Promises, Promises

It's got me going inside, I think it's happening again

I think there's gonna be some action

'Cause you got me going inside

Got me where you want me, sit down and talk to me

Well, I just hope you're happy

With your snake skin dead bodies evening all

Well, just go, go back to your bright lights

You made promises you couldn't keep

Sicking up rag doll more than you know

Just keep your mouth shut, you got no mind to blow

You celebrate things, you celebrate things forget about me

And just desecrate everything

Oh, you messed it up good, yeah, this kid's just a joke

Baby can't shoot straight

'Cause there's so many friends to make

Gotta take blows, it's the way that you grow

Baby can't shoot straight

'Cause there's so many friends to make

Gotta take blows, it's the way that you grow

Don't need to be seen

Just gotta get yourself known