Chin Ups Songtext
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Chin Ups Songtext
Malice at the palace
Debbie down in Dallas
Talented young pornographic actress
Back up on her feet
Or laying on her back
Dropping to her knees
She′s picking up the slack, yeah
Fact or fiction
It's back for business
Nasty letter writing campaign Christmas
Born a Christian
Wasn′t listening
Too busy pleasuring my pagan mistresses
(Protest)
And I know you're gonna miss me
(Protest)
But you can't change history
(Protest)
We′re reminiscing
Chin up, chin up
Lots of luck, kid
I′m a lost fucking cause am I
(Lost cause)
All forgiven
I'm a dangerous stranger
Lots of luck, kid
I′m as low as a dog am I
(Low dog)
All forgiven
Baby, what can I do to thank you, thank you?
Down in the trenches
Starved for attention
Don't really give a shit
But now that you mention it
I′m on a schedule
Tight like virgin holes
Pretty nasty
But actually natural, ooh
My germs spreading
Far from the farm bed
I wouldn't kiss you with his mouth
I wanna get wet
I want to get down
But how could I explain it to anyone else?
(Protest)
And I know you′re gonna miss me
(Protest)
But you can't change history
(Protest)
We're reminiscing
Chin up, chin up
Lots of luck, kid
I′m a lost fucking cause am I
(Lost cause)
All forgiven
I′m a dangerous stranger
Lots of luck, kid
I'm as low as a dog am I
(Low dog)
Bad decision
Baby, what can I do to make you listen?
Honest as I dare to be
I′ll grin and bear it
Don't know where to begin
But the end is nearing
No, nothing scares me
I′ve become transparent
Offer apologies, but
You don't wanna hear it
Don′t wanna hear it
Don't wanna hear it
Don't wanna hear it
Lots of luck, kid
I′m a lost fucking cause am I
(Lost cause)
All forgiven
I′m a dangerous stranger
Lots of luck, kid
I'm as low as a dog am I
(Low dog)
All forgiven
Baby, what can I do to thank you, thank you?
Debbie down in Dallas
Talented young pornographic actress
Back up on her feet
Or laying on her back
Dropping to her knees
She′s picking up the slack, yeah
Fact or fiction
It's back for business
Nasty letter writing campaign Christmas
Born a Christian
Wasn′t listening
Too busy pleasuring my pagan mistresses
(Protest)
And I know you're gonna miss me
(Protest)
But you can't change history
(Protest)
We′re reminiscing
Chin up, chin up
Lots of luck, kid
I′m a lost fucking cause am I
(Lost cause)
All forgiven
I'm a dangerous stranger
Lots of luck, kid
I′m as low as a dog am I
(Low dog)
All forgiven
Baby, what can I do to thank you, thank you?
Down in the trenches
Starved for attention
Don't really give a shit
But now that you mention it
I′m on a schedule
Tight like virgin holes
Pretty nasty
But actually natural, ooh
My germs spreading
Far from the farm bed
I wouldn't kiss you with his mouth
I wanna get wet
I want to get down
But how could I explain it to anyone else?
(Protest)
And I know you′re gonna miss me
(Protest)
But you can't change history
(Protest)
We're reminiscing
Chin up, chin up
Lots of luck, kid
I′m a lost fucking cause am I
(Lost cause)
All forgiven
I′m a dangerous stranger
Lots of luck, kid
I'm as low as a dog am I
(Low dog)
Bad decision
Baby, what can I do to make you listen?
Honest as I dare to be
I′ll grin and bear it
Don't know where to begin
But the end is nearing
No, nothing scares me
I′ve become transparent
Offer apologies, but
You don't wanna hear it
Don′t wanna hear it
Don't wanna hear it
Don't wanna hear it
Lots of luck, kid
I′m a lost fucking cause am I
(Lost cause)
All forgiven
I′m a dangerous stranger
Lots of luck, kid
I'm as low as a dog am I
(Low dog)
All forgiven
Baby, what can I do to thank you, thank you?
Writer(s): Dylan James Rau, Ted Patrick Feldman, Val Acton Iii Loper, Thomas John Ii Orscher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

