Alligator Skin Boots

And the pastor says I'm good But Jesus Christ, I'm never good I'll nail my hands up to the wall I'll nail my hands up to the wall And yeah, the pastor says I'm good But Jesus Christ, I'm never good I'll nail my hands up to the wall I'll nail my hands up to the wall And yeah, the doctors were nice enough They just said I'm fucked Just like my mom is fucked I bet your dad's fucked up And in the black light, I could tell a sick joke Maybe in the black light, I could tell a sick joke Twinkle twinkle little star Alcoholics don't get far Unless they drink and drive Let's go for a ride And I hope I crash and die tonight I hope I crash and die tonight Saying, I do not like you I do not mind him much You were just my first Now I've had it I do not mind I do not like you much You were just my first Now I've had it I'm cold to the touch Leap to my death I'll die for my friends I'll lie to the end I'm cold to the touch Leap to my death I'll die for you all I'll die for my friends It goes like this Well, I ain't sorry With broken wrists I climb from these walls My skin crawls My skin crawls My skin crawls My skin crawls, oh-oh-oh