Class Tourists - Angels And Demons

I ain't got no homework, I ain't got no plans
I ain't got the prospects of a level-headed man
Give me all your money, and I will spend it fast
I guess angels and demons really do walk hand in hand
I'll die for a reason, I'll pay for your flaws
I'll shake hands with angels and they'll lick on your bedsores
You say there'd be less rapists if there would be less whores
The next step in human nature will be assumed on all fours
Tell all your boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Tell all of your friends who ain't one of them
Tell all your boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Now
I approach the morning like a tender sore
I float through my life bone idle, smiling like a corpse
Well I've no pot to piss in, not a penny, not a thought
I'm armed with barbed refutation from here forevermore
Tell all your boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Tell all of your friends who ain't one of them
Tell all your boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Now
Tell all your boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Tell all of your friends who ain't one of them
Tell all your boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Now
Tell all your boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Tell all of your friends who ain't one of them
Tell all your boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Now
And I don't dream of labour
With age comes being jaded
Live by your expectations
Fuck
Your
Expectations

Written by:
Tate Maloney

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