Текст песни Paper Chase, The - Don't You Wish You Had Somemore?

You were the last one to be saved
So don’t be the last one to the parlor that Sunday
Cause now I, I like to think you are ashamed
I like to think you thought I think you got away,
But as for you, you got lucky
You got lucky once but that won’t happen again

And oh those dirty hands
Come wash away my stink
Come thank me for the offer
You owe that much at least
And oh those filthy thoughts
That rattle in my brain
The sticky on the sheets,
Is now this ugly on your face,
And there is no escape

Don’t you wish you had some more?
We hit the lights and light the floor
My bright peculiar smile
I want to see your hair hanging from the trees
So don’t you wish you had some more
Cause it’s just a matter of time
Before the wicked cancer
I’m gonna get ya

But as for you, you got lucky
You got lucky once but that won’t happen again

And oh those dirty hands
Come wash away my stink
Come thank me for the offer
You owe that much at least
And oh those filthy thoughts
That rattle in my brain
The sticky on the sheets,
Is now this ugly on your face

There is no escape
Those eyes that follow me
So tell me where you were last night
Sweetheart don’t lie to me
And there is no cadence
From what I could release;
This nest of vipers on your face
So now it’s on your knees
So now it’s on your knees
And there is no escape