Vice

Jesus Christ you’re full of shit
You took a vice and titled it a phase
Simple shades of black and brown
The only way you see the town these days
Faulting the underpin
Caught in a roundabout
You’re looking outside in
And I’ve never been one to speak out

But haven’t you had enough for one night?
Where did your graces go?
Well I think you’ve had enough for one lifetime, my friend
Then again what do I know?

Haven’t you had enough for one night?
Where did your graces go?
Well I think you’ve had enough for one lifetime, my friend
Then again what do I know?
Then again what do I know?