Get Down With Your Bad Self - Dead And Divine

What is left of me sits burning in the bottom of this ashtray

I’m an ugly mess, I’m full of it, and I’m a lame excuse for a poet

It really all comes down to my love for misfortune

A weak stomach and a mouthful of bad intentions.

Watch your mouth!

Cause I’m the son of a gun, tempt not one in love

I live my life by a night stand bible from a motel in limbo

I have a way with failure and I’m the poster child for giving up on you

And this lack of belief is what leaves me room for loving you

Relax, come on — relax and give in I was born to make you moan

You let her climb inside your ribs and let her tangle herself up in your bones

Don’t think for a second, that she gives a damn

It’s a shame you try so hard just for a girl.

Who doesn’t know your name or

care to remember

And it’s a shame I can’t remember anything

I can’t even recall your taste or the monster that I became

I’ve tasted death, its graced my lips, I wanna give it back

But I want you bad.

I want you bad.

You better watch your mouth,

I’m the son of a gun