So unimpressed but so in awe Such a saint but such a whore So self aware, so full of shit So indecisive, so adamant
I'm contemplating thinking about thinking It's overrated, just get another drink and Watch me come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum and I'm your son I come undone I come undone
So rock and roll, so corporate suit So damn ugly, so damn cute So well-trained, so animal So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to If I'd stop lying I'd just disappoint you I come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum and I'm your son I come undone
So write another ballad Mix it on a Wednesday Sell it on a Thursday Buy a yacht by Sunday It's a love song A love song Do another interview Sing a bunch of lies Tell about celebrities that I despise And sing love songs We sing love songs So sincere So sincere
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street I pray when I'm coming down you'll be asleep A young pretender and my crown's a broken seat I come undone I am scum Love your son
You gotta love your son You gotta love your son Love your son I am scum I am scum I am scumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
