Fine Art Lyrics - Get Sharp - The Limousines

You! You are a disaster 

You are a master of the fine art 

The fine art of falling apart 

How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back? 

How'd you get your arms to bend back like that? 

Me? I'm just a bastard 

Another master of the fine art 

The fine art of falling apart 

They're coming back to point and laugh and ask me: 

"How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back? 

How'd you get your arms to bend back like that? 

How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back? 

How'd you get your arms to bend back like that? 

How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?" 

Burn it down 

You pour the gas 

And I'll strike the match 

And we'll turn our back on this pile of ash 

And the only things left 

Will be the bones of our promises