Warsaw or the First Breath You Take After You Give Up - Them Crooked Vultures

Can＇t afford to lose my head.
Can＇t afford to lose my cool.
You＇ll blow them all in king dumbcum.
Can＇t afford to lose my tease,
I just aim to please.
Feel like a no-tell motel painting,
Out of place or ignored.
It＇s all medals and trophy＇s, trophy＇s and medal
And all before the race has been run.
Oh, take off your mask,
Is it too much to ask
Go on Und give it a try
Or kiss Your a** goodbye
Autobiographical anonymous.
A cotillion of friction on my jurisdiction.
It＇s a lovely disguise with the wandering eyes.
I get high,
Now you＇ve got something to look up to.
Trouble＇s a mangy stray dog,
Play with it once, then it follows you home.
It＇s all have nots, have nones,
Hey can I have some
Until I＇ve had enough
Yet I＇ve had none.
Oh, take off your mask,
Lose it into the trash...
Go on und give it a try
Or kiss your a** goodbye.
Suddenly it gets easy.
The sun goes down.
The long arm of important things
Disappears in her gown.
You finally drop the knife,
Forget you ever h.... It＇s such a good night, ain＇t forever.
It feels so good to give up, give in... her arms.