The Bled You Should Be Ashamed of Myself

The Bled You Should Be Ashamed of Myself Silent Treatment 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 skewered on an open flame I bought you off the spit pose for me. paws and knees trace around the switchblade gash we re all born fresh. but now we rot. I m the bastard kid of a deadbeat town you re just what I need to bring me down I ve got enough strength for one more round does that