Beautiful Things Are Better Left Dead

Good morning barkeep it’s good to be awake
Another round if you please
To wash out the flavor of deceit and vinegar
Given to me by a fair-weather skirt

(Well) it’s Sunday the 1st
And I swear on this fifth
To wipe this blood away, escaping from
The day when beautiful things die

Destruction blooms in the thought of you
A lush with lovely red lips
It’s 2 am and it’s all that I can not to rip
The flesh from your face!

Good morning barkeep it’s good to be awake
Another round if you please
To wash out the flavor of deceit and vinegar
Given to me by a fair-weather skirt

It’s Sunday the 1st
And I swear on this fifth
To wipe this blood away, escaping from the day when beautiful things die

They say love can’t be
Found at the bottom of a bottle
Love can’t be
Found at the bottom of the bottle

Where did you hide my fucking heart?

Good morning barkeep it’s good to be awake
Another round if you please
To wash out the flavor of deceit and vinegar
Given to me by a fair-weather skirt

It’s Sunday the 1st
And I swear on this fifth
To wipe this blood away, escaping from
The day when beautiful things die

Break down to rebuild deleting your eyes with one round