Next Time You’re Going To Get It Dirty Shirley by Arsonists Get All The Girls Lyrics
You want it all the time
So smooth to me with us all on the other line
Powerhousing bills as well as conspiracies they write
Of our time management
I'll never love a demon child
For the rest of my days (Come now, the board is clean)
The logic of a slut wearing a white dress
Never made sense to me
So I face the facts of time
Oh, it's so great, she's so great
(You'll never understand)
These walls are closed
(The logic of lust)
This mind is expansive
(You'll never understand)
There is just time
(The logic of lust)
"Be you, me"
Claims the Queen to the King
That this feud was to last until
Blood spilt onto one or the other's gowns
(Liar, liar, hypocrite)
Making me count the days
In my room
With the mind of drawing
And the touch of craft
That was so intent
To demean my corridor
And unleash colours to all
This is the taste of passing
Same as the taste of stressing over body
You walk down the streets so clean
The red lights glimmer in your eyes
I can never forgive the stains left
Behind in a back alley hotel room
Cream!
You walk down the streets so clean
The red lights glimmer in your eyes
I can never forgive the stains left
Behind in a back alley hotel room
You walk down the streets so clean
The red lights glimmer in your eyes
I can never forgive the stains left
Behind in a back alley hotel room
So smooth to me with us all on the other line
Powerhousing bills as well as conspiracies they write
Of our time management
I'll never love a demon child
For the rest of my days (Come now, the board is clean)
The logic of a slut wearing a white dress
Never made sense to me
So I face the facts of time
Oh, it's so great, she's so great
(You'll never understand)
These walls are closed
(The logic of lust)
This mind is expansive
(You'll never understand)
There is just time
(The logic of lust)
"Be you, me"
Claims the Queen to the King
That this feud was to last until
Blood spilt onto one or the other's gowns
(Liar, liar, hypocrite)
Making me count the days
In my room
With the mind of drawing
And the touch of craft
That was so intent
To demean my corridor
And unleash colours to all
This is the taste of passing
Same as the taste of stressing over body
You walk down the streets so clean
The red lights glimmer in your eyes
I can never forgive the stains left
Behind in a back alley hotel room
Cream!
You walk down the streets so clean
The red lights glimmer in your eyes
I can never forgive the stains left
Behind in a back alley hotel room
You walk down the streets so clean
The red lights glimmer in your eyes
I can never forgive the stains left
Behind in a back alley hotel room