Passion For Publication

It's the calming before the storm Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm When you wake up hungover You wish you were sober I dance with the devil and drink with the demons That'll sleep with death and fell short of breath When you wake up hungover You wish you were sober Just be pretty but naive Anything here is what you'll believe Let the rhyme get stuck in your head Wish you had undressed me in your head It's the low before the high It's been so long, I thought you were dead When you wake up hungover You wish you were sober And I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past With the clouds beneath my feet(?) Just be pretty but naive Anything you'll hear is what you'll believe Let the rhyme get stuck in your head Wish you had undressed me in your bed 'Cause we've been falling apart Built to crumble from the start I'm a cold metal machine And I'll do things you've never seen Just be pretty but naive Anything you'll hear is what you'll believe Let the rhyme get stuck in your head Wish you had undressed me in your? Just be pretty but naive Anything you'll hear is what you'll believe Let the rhyme get stuck in your head Wish you had undressed me in your bed 'Cause we've been falling apart Built to crumble from the start I'm a cold metal machine And I'll do things you've never seen And what they don't tell you in church is saints are sinners too