Vangelism - Good Shit Lyrics

I don't wanna be the last to know
I'm getting married in a pink tuxedo

Plasticine baby
Melting on a holiday
Freezer burned and lazier
Than a hangover afternoon
Plastic little eyelids
Running down your face
Baking cheap mascara
Inside the birthday cake

I thought that I could stand it all

Another blackout Friday night
Where friendship goes to die
All I can think about is getting high
I swear I love you
But that's some good shit

Street rats made of concrete
Soaking in champagne bath
Hoping to be one day
Promoted up to lab rats
Death that smells of perfume
Burning up my nose
What a way to clear a room
With violets and rose

I thought that I could stand it all

Another blackout Friday night
Where friendship goes to die
All I can think about is getting high
I swear I love you
But that's some good shit

Sugar and hate
What a waste
I just need to find my little taste

Another blackout Friday night
Where friendship goes to die
All I can think about is getting high
I swear I love you
But that's some good shit