Japandroids - Sex and Dying In High Society lyrics
[Japandroids - Sex and Dying In High Society lyrics]
You started out that way
You'd do anything to stay
And keep your money boys
Made of silver and gold keep your pekinese
Turkish cigarettes
And your lighter that looks like a gun
So you married your daddy
With a different name
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
That pretty man of yours
Hiding inside the director's clothes
The one who calls you dear
After banging away at you in the night
That one's just got to go
Every time you look at him
You could almost fall asleep
And there's a masturbating getting
Underneath the bed
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
And now you tell the maid
To burn you on your virgin back
With a curling iron hotter than hot
You say it's good enough
You say it's good enough
You say it's good enough
You say your pain is better
Than any kind of love
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
You'd do anything to stay
And keep your money boys
Made of silver and gold keep your pekinese
Turkish cigarettes
And your lighter that looks like a gun
So you married your daddy
With a different name
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
That pretty man of yours
Hiding inside the director's clothes
The one who calls you dear
After banging away at you in the night
That one's just got to go
Every time you look at him
You could almost fall asleep
And there's a masturbating getting
Underneath the bed
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
And now you tell the maid
To burn you on your virgin back
With a curling iron hotter than hot
You say it's good enough
You say it's good enough
You say it's good enough
You say your pain is better
Than any kind of love
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society