The Limousines - Fine Art lyrics
[The Limousines - Fine Art lyrics]
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
How'd you manage to stab
Yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms to
Bend back like that?
How'd you manage to stab
Yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms to
Bend back like that?
Me I'm just a bastard another master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
They're coming back
To point and laugh and ask me:
"How'd you manage to stab
Yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms to
Bend back like that?
How'd you manage to stab
Yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms to
Bend back like that?"
How'd you get your arms to
Bend back like that?
Burn it down let's burn it down
You pour the gas and I'll strike the match
And we'll turn our backs on this pile of ash
And you pour the gas
And I'll strike the match
And we'll turn our backs on this pile of ash
And the only things left
Will be the bones of our promises
The only things left
Will be the bones of our promises