Three times along this week I was supposed to be a rock star
I only beat you when I'm drunk You're only pretty when you're crying
We
are supposed to be the ones who set the air afire
Three times along this week I was made into a liar
One desert,
two
riches
Give me what you got girl and scratch it
Cause it is you
Call me a chameleon
and set this era afire
What did I say to you?
Step into a pot of gold Rejoice in fire,
that which soon burns cold
What did I say to you?
Maybe not, why the dare?
We die and scarce What did I say to you?
Nothing Step into a pot of gold
I tell
you that I
