Dying With Decent Music Lyrics - Singles - The Paper Chase

Maybe better you than me 

You're much weaker, you're more clumsy 

When I forfeit my patience to you 

So maybe you've had too much wine 

Piggy's flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room 

"Your sideburns always smell like sex" 

Little sister, your big brother, "the fuck" won't be smothering you 

Or calling to his friends back east 

"Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadful... my white slave" 

Let them die while some decent music plays 

With my shit shoe stumbles that's me dirty nails and awful thoughts 

I'll use the words used up on commercials 

Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines 

This feeling I can't confine that to a rhyme 

But maybe I can when I see you on the other side 

See you on the other side where we would be released 

I'd sell out everything if I could find such peace 

See you on the other side where we would be released 

I'd sell out everyone if I could find such peace 

I will be free