Rothstein - ​blue in the face lyrics

Cowboy, knocking on doors selling snake oil
Done up in my Sunday best
I didn't even have to hide
It in the fine print
All of this was tatted on my forehead
I scream it everyday into the vortex

Every pang of guilt just washes
Over me like gore-tex
Unfamiliar forces grab a hold
Of me like forceps
Every step I take I walk it
Back again like four steps
Every time I stray you end up
Right back at my doorstep

And I can tell you 'till I'm blue in the face
That I'll do everything but do what it takes
That I'm my father's spitting image and
That dude was a flake
That I'll be gone until I'm gone
So you'll be stupid to wait

But there is something to a man who
Takes the scenic route to killing himself
Says he'll charge it to the game
He's only billing himself
Hates the mirror so he postures
Like he's feeling himself
He's only fooling himself
But you we're willing to help

And so I thank you
From the bottom of my black heart
We can get a house, and a dog, and a backyard
We can have the best part
But it won't be the last part
Don't you fucking hate it when you
Get the thing you asked for?