Salma Hayek

Coming in with all the subtlety of a pack of wild dogs

Every time we open our mouths

(Gunshots, gunshots, gunshots, gun)

We keep your conscience in line

With those dirty, dirty thoughts

But if we put our money where our mouth is

Would we be able to talk?

Talk me down, I'll come around in the morning

(Fuck yeah)

(Fuck yeah)

You say it's messed up when I act this way, but I like it

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

You got your snake wrapped round my neck

Just like I'm Salma Hayek

All these boys are choking

Gotta give it to them, cardiac

I'd have you over

But I don't wanna feel anymore

Anymore, anymore

Coming in with all the subtlety of

A pack of wild dogs

Every time she opens her mouth it's

Gunshots, gunshots, gun

I know you think about me in your dirty, dirty thoughts

But if I put my money where my mouth is

I wouldn't even be able to

Talk me down, I'll come around in the morning

(Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah)

I found myself in a dark, dark place, but I like it

Everyday's the same

Every, everyday's the same, so we embrace decay

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

Embrace decay

G-g-g-got your snake wrapped 'round my neck

Just like I'm Salma Hayek

All these boys are crying

Saying, I'm their new messiah

I'd have you over

But I just don't believe anymore

I'll teach you, teach you, teach you

Don't know my place, what difference does it make?

What a disgrace, no one here knows my name (Yet)

It's so obscene, the way you conjure thoughts about me

Kinda seems like

I am your God, now

Brace, decay

Every day's the same and so we waste away

But that's all okay, I'm not like

Like Salma Hayek

Or James Dean

They'll be more happy than I'll ever be

Like Salma Hayek

Or James Dean

They'll be more happy than I'll ever be

Be, be, whoa