Fine Art (The Limousines)

You You’re a disaster Yeah you’re a master of the fine art The fine art of falling apart How’d you manage to stab yourself in the back How’d you get your arms to bend back like that Me I’m just a bastard Another master of the fine art The fine art of falling apart They’re coming back to point and laugh and ask me How’d you manage to stab yourself in the back How’d you get your arms to bend back like that Burn it down Let’s burn it down You Pour the gas and I’ll Strike the match and we’ll turn our backs on this pile of ash And the only things left will be the bones of our promises