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The Brobecks

Goodnight, Socialite

 

Goodnight, Socialite

(альбом: Violent Things - 2009)


In the darkest corner of the house,
I found her body there.
Cold and still,
Spine in a twist.
She left a note,
It read like so:
My Dearest one,
Here's what you've done.

I've got your knife inside my back,
I've got your rope around my neck,
I feel the poison in my veins,
Corrode and eat away my brain.
I've told you fifteen dozen times,
And that's one hundred-eighty times,
If I can't have you,
Then no one can.

She was an honest girl (never told a lie),
Raised with the finest things (far too rich to die),
A silver spoon,
Gold diamond rings.
And her sainted mother,
The benefactor,
Of the inheritance that I was after.
She's got a feeling that I'll get even,
And if I can't have you,
Then no one can!
Whoah, Oh, Oh!

I've got your knife inside my back,
I've got your rope around my neck,
I feel the poison in my veins,
Corrode and eat away my brain.
I've told you fifteen dozen times,
And thats one hundred-eighty times,
If I can't have you,
...Then no one can.

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