You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself Lyrics

Welcome to the end of the night, where everyone reeks of stale smoke, dirty jokes

Stop me if you've heard this one

The ransoms over, where's my cut, cut, cut, cut?

Skewered on an open flame I bought you off the spit

Pose for me, pose for me

Paws and knees trace around the switchblade gash

We're all born fresh, but now we rot, rot, rot, rot



I'm the bastard kid of a dead-beat town

You're just what I need to bring me down

I've got enough strength for one more round

Does that sound good to you?

It sounds good to me, baby

I'm the lucky son of a bitch you need to keep alive your losing streak

I've got one more trick up my sleeve

Does that work for you?

Well it works for me, baby



And you can't tear your eyes away 'cause she's got such a pretty face

And one filthy fucking mind

I will wait outside the gates

And I won't leave 'til you show me what's on the inside

I can't shake this lack of sleep

It feasts on me

'Til you show me what's on the inside



I'm the bastard kid of a dead-beat town

You're just what I need to bring me down

I've got enough strength for one more round

Is that good for you?

Well it's good for me, baby

Our mothers sleep with lottery dreams

Our fathers built the pyramid schemes

Nothing is ever what it seems

But it works for you

'Cause it works for me



You just had yourself a taste of how sweet the life could be if you could just leave yours behind.