Julius Caesar

I remember
Entering you
Entering you

I'm gonna be drunk, so drunk at your wedding (x4)

Oh whoa (x4)

Well you're a wild horse
On a collision course
With the sun
(repeat)

I wanted to ride that wild horse
Into the sun
(repeat)

But i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
On no, i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
Oh whoa (x2)

Maybe it's best for you to ride
Ride into the sun
Because i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
Oh no, i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
Oh whoa (x4)

There's nothin' i'd rather see
Than for you to fail
There's nothin' i'd rather see
Than for you to fail
And where is the beauty
That i once had?
Where is the beauty
That i had once?

I feel like i'm becoming a stick in the mud
I feel like i'm becoming a lou reed - mistrial stick in the mud

There's nothin' i'd rather see
Than for you to fail
And where is the beauty
That i once had?
Where is the beauty
I had just once?
I hate songs with questions in them
I feel like i'm becoming a stick in the mud
I feel like i'm becoming a lou reed - mistrial in the mud

She's had everyone
She made me doubt women
She said i could do it without protection
That's not a woman at all
She says she's an angel
That's not a woman at all
Well, what kind of angel
What kind of angel is that?
What kind of angel
What kind of angel is that?
It's an angel of death
The angel of death

She's gonna kill someone (x5)
The angel of death
Ah! the angel of death
She says she's an angel (x2)
That's not a woman at all
What kind of angel, what kind of angel is that? (x2)

47 push ups
In a winter-rate
Sea side motel

I feel like travis bickle
I'm listening to highway to hell
It's a shitty little tape i taped off the radio

39 push ups
In a winter-rate
Sea side motel

32 push ups
In a winter-rate
Sea side motel

Not looking too good
Not feeling so well

37 push ups
In a winter-rate seaside motel
I'm going up again (x2)
Goin' up to go down again

So there's one less star in the sky
Well, who cares

Meet strawberry rash
One on each cheek
Coins in the crack
Meet strawberry rash

It's the banquet of a starving girl (x2)
She's gonna swallow glass

Meet strawberry rash
Red eggs and brown apples
She's gonna swallow glass
Meet strawberry rash
Coins in (poison?) the crack

It's the banquet of the starving girl (x2)
She's gonna swallow glass
Meet strawberry rash
Coins in the crack
And beggin' her to piss