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?