Pity Party from ForPlay by SAINT MOTEL

You're Mother Teresa with looser thighs
Got a taste for scotch and abusive guys
Can't clean out your wounds with rusty knives
So why do you keep tryin'?

You say to me, "Where are the tears in your eyes?"
You scream at me, "It's not my fault this time!"
Well, blame it on the Jews or the Chinese
'Cause I'm all out of time


Your ship's sinkin' now
Go down with it


Just don't forget my commitments
Are far and few between
I'm layin' here and I wish I cared
But I just can't wait to leave
So don't roll over, please


You're standin' in the belly of the furnace
Just kiss the floor and melt into the surface
Just turn it off and you won't feel no burnin'
Yet you leave it on
If only you still turned me warm

Your ship's sinking, now
Go down with it


Just don't forget my commitments
Are far and few between
I'm layin' here and I wish I cared
But I just can't wait to leave
So don't roll over
Don't roll over
Don't roll over, please (Just don't)


Your ship's sinkin'
Sharks start sensin' blood


The world might end tonight
I won't be by your side
And if the world ends tonight
I won't be by your side
So don't roll over
Don't roll over
Don't roll over, please

• Alternative
• EP
• Rock
• forplay
• indie
• pity party
• pop
• saint motel
• Los Angeles