Civet - Old Glory Lyrics

Come on & make me live
I can't seem to do it for me.
I'm starving to death
Going down in glory

Glory... No God forgave

There is no end for me
Buried in boxes & sympathies, yeah
Tell your great big lies to me
I'm going down in glory

Where's your pills?
You perfect home?
Your regret?
You f*cking humility?
Where's your prise?
Where's your daughter?
Your lies & my broken home?

Burn me once, shame on you
Burn me twice, shame on me
I won't be on your doorstep, lady
I'm going down in glory