Sugar Wolf Lyrics - Singles - From Autumn To Ashes

Less of a singer, you are more, more of a prostitute 

With aspirations for a life of sex and drug abuse 

When did the music turn into a beauty pageant? 

Lately my sense of pride has been chronically absent 

Domesticate, so much for combat 

My worst habits are mounting a comeback 

Dollars and pence, cubic or metric 

You can sit down but the chairs are electric 

Lay in the street, embrace the gutter 

Easier than working for something better 

Pull on my boots, run through the back door 

Should have been more careful, what I wished for 

Less of an artist, you are more, more of a xerox machine 

You sit tracing the pages of juxtapose magazine 

When did the music turn into a beauty pageant? 

I've become a participant in something I once stood against 

Domesticate, so much for combat 

My worst habits are mounting a comeback 

Dollars and pence, cubic or metric 

You can sit down but the chairs are electric 

Lay in the street, embrace the gutter 

Easier than working for something better 

Pull on my boots, run through the back door 

Should have been more careful, what I wished for 

Should have never given birth to this monster 

Should have never given birth to this monster 

From all this shame 

I'd like to hide my head in the ground 

Domesticate, so much for combat 

My worst habits are mounting a comeback 

Dollars and pence, cubic or metric 

You can sit down but the chairs are electric 

Lay in the street, embrace the gutter 

Easier than working for something better 

Pull on my boots, run through the back door 

Should have been more careful, what I wished for