Handel: Saul, HWV 53 / Act 1 - "Thou, Merab, first in birth... My soul rejects the thought...See, see with what a scornful air... Ah! lovely youth!"(Live)

歌詞

Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time All my switchblade words they came to cut your sweet delusions I messed up, I confess that I got hooked Champagne pirouettes and bathroom trips Are my kind of fusion Where were you when we were gettin' high? Where were you when when I thought I died? Throw out your liquor amen, no time for you in my bed It's too damn late to cry It's too damn late to count the reasons why I don't love you It's too damn late to cry It's too damn late to make me change my mind I don't love you I don't love you I don't love you Once or twice, I regret that you got played Now you're sober, party's over Its just awkward moments Its just me, sociopathic tendencies Smiling faces, cold embraces Dressed in my composure Where were you when we were gettin' high? Where were you when when I thought I died? Throw out your liquor amen, no time for you in my bed It's too damn late to cry It's too damn late to count the reasons why I don't love you It's too damn late to cry It's too damn late to make me change my mind I don't love you I don't love you I don't love you No surprise, you show up again Let it go, liquor got you feeling yourself Waste my time but that shit don't fly No surprise, you show up again Let it go, liquor got you feeling yourself Waste my time but that shit don't fly It's too damn late to cry It's too damn late to make me change my mind I don't love you It's too damn late to cry It's too damn late count the reasons why I don't love you Come around here again, I'll have your head kicked in you piece of shite. Don't think I'm letting you off all the money you owe me. I knew it was you who took all my [?], you cheap bastard. You want your face rearranging with my fist you do. I have you looking like a fucking Picasso