Old DC

If you turn up late, then I won't turn up at all You're more famous when you're not famous at all You turn up drunk, the sun won't rise up at all You're more vicious when you've had no sleep at all I go outside, I can see why All of the gracefulness has turned dried I go back inside and I remember dead lines And the regret All of the sounds, good buddy And all my dreams, they fade away No faces and no name I'm getting tired of it But you can't teach an old dog cunt new tricks All my promises to you Keep me chained to you All the bullshit that we churn Frozen butter, red salt burns And what have we learned? You speak intelligence and writing is on the wall It sounds like a good time, buddy, it sounds like you'll have a ball You know I can't make it, I already heard it all You're too heavy, and your tails are too tall Oh, far too tall for me You'll be swaying in the breeze And because of me You'll fall down and your head will bleed And Monday morning, it'll come around and you won't say shit to me It's impossible not to see That you can't teach an old dog cunt new tricks You turned against me, so I turned to the wall You're having a bad time, ah, fuck it, aren't we all?