歌詞
There's a good chance
We won't make it to the big dance
They all owe us, this is for two
So if I may
I will take the first steps
And say I feel like drowning
It's the end of the month
'Cause I am a fake
Who's stitched up his guns
It's what I know, son
And it comes easy to a liar like me
And it comes easy
Colors are bleeding into gray
I know you're feeling down
And baby, I want to get down with you
Madam, if I can say
You look fine in a frame upon my bedroom wall
'Cause I am a fake
Who's stitched up his guns
And likes the bitches, son
And it comes easy to a scumbag like me
And it comes easy
