Gang Fights with Irish Accents
I'm now improved
Got my drift back
That makes your... Makes your heart attack
For what it's worth I could break you
I'd still make you want this back

At once you were the one that I threw my dependence on
There's nothing wrong with it so wipe your tears and take it off
Can you bleed? Can you breathe?
You used to know everything

Fake, fake the words I wrote down
Break, break the boy you couldn't see because he's not searching for your sympathy
The way your voice sounds... Promises made to me
So take these words and drink alone tonight

You haven't called him since September
So predictable
The truth is penathol has finally got the best of you
You want a gang fight, but while your boozing I hope your cruising
This is a new revolution, white faced and under attack
A struggle for revival, the smoke didn't flow to my back
What is this content, his opinion
You'll never take me alive, you'll never win

So hope for a slow death
Your hand shakes; you know you're next
Look what you did to yourself
Lies, lies you've all been sold
Starstruck, you take that road

Because all your feelings took the best of me