My Demise Songtext

My Demise, My Demise, My Demise

Don't stop kicking till its dead till mess is made of pretty head
These are the things that'll make you feel better
A stupid stupid stupid-o that taught me everything i know
These are the things that'll make you feel better

You fantasise of German wives in leather
The drama queen drinks ovaltine for shelter
You shut your mouth or pucker up whichever
I'll crack a smile and all the while you'll never
Know whose side I'm On

My Demise, My Demise, My Demise, My Demise

I've got a silver tounge no one questioned why
A kiss for each one down a kiss for all your lies.

My Demise, My Demise, My Demise, My Demise