bobby chops and the do-gooders Lyrics

Well you're a real fuck up like me on the weekends
Where our words are forced underneath our silent sheets and
The only speeches that I try to demand
The room feels so incomplete without your company
And I call for someone to call from here
Calling it a call for flattery
We'll be sly cat's laughing at humanity
We'll be working for a living,
We'll be living while partying

Tonight light up those cigarettes
We'll be young, we'll be dumb, we'll be restless
And we'll get plenty of sleep when we're done dying
And if the coffee is hot but it's could out there
In the cold, dry, pale white winter air
We'll be the the quiet excitement of a silent tyrant

Does it please you the way we do what we do, love
It seems the drinks and drugs are swept under a rug, are illusions
We're just daughters and sons who have no wishes for reasons
We gotta keep warm if we're to live through the storms this season
I have nothing to offer you, your silver tongue, your silver spoon
I have no fucking clue how I am ever gonna talk to you
And I am not what you want, you flaunt your stolen words that you wrote
And a brand new font, And it tastes of the same old story
You traded your love for the sad, lost, unfortunate warrior.

Tonight light up those cigarettes
We'll be young, we'll be dumb, we'll be restless
And we'll get plenty of sleep when we're done dying
And if the coffee is hot but it's could out there
In the cold, dry, pale white winter air
We'll be the the quiet excitement of a silent tyrant

Tonight light up those cigarettes
We'll be young, we'll be dumb, we'll be restless
And we'll get plenty of sleep when we're done dying
And if the coffee is hot but it's could out there
In the cold, dry, pale white winter air
We'll be the the quiet excitement of a silent tyrant

Tonight, tonight, tonight,

Tonight light up those cigarettes
We'll be young, we'll be dumb, we'll be restless
And we'll get plenty of sleep when we're done dying
And if the coffee is hot but it's could out there
In the cold, dry, pale white winter air
We'll be the the quiet excitement of a silent tyrant

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...We understand that

I got a view in my sight
I got you in my eye
I got you in my eye