Dying With Decent Music

Maybe better you than me
 You're much weaker, you're more clumsy
 When I forfeit my patience to you
 So maybe you've had too much wine
 Piggy's flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room
 "Your sideburns always smell like sex"
 Little sister, your big brother, "the fuck" won't be smothering you
 Or calling to his friends back east
 "Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadful... my white slave"
 Let them die while some decent music plays
 With my shit shoe stumbles that's me dirty nails and awful thoughts
 I'll use the words used up on commercials
 Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines
 This feeling I can't confine that to a rhyme
 But maybe I can when I see you on the other side
 See you on the other side where we would be released
 I'd sell out everything if I could find such peace
 See you on the other side where we would be released
 I'd sell out everyone if I could find such peace
 I will be free