Letra de The Ancient Art Of Always Fucking Up
If all mistakes were made in stone
I'd build a wall so tall you'd see for miles
And every man and child would come to see
I'd build a wall so tall you'd see for miles
And every man and child would come to see
Stand and laugh at me
Like you would not believe, and I can't blame 'em
It's kind of funny when you start to
Think about the kind of fool
Who breaks his heart as often as the moon
Shows its face to you
And I regret to say, politely, I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose
Like I always do
So, tell me, are you running scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up
Everything I've ever loved
'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up
May I have your attention please?
Step right up and see the most amazing
The absolutely mind-inflaming show
About a boy who sold his soul
For a shot at love and gold
And he almost made it but lost it on the way, the story goes
Now he's the kind of fool
Who breaks his heart as often as the moon
Shows its face to you
And I regret to say, politely, I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose
Like I always do
So, tell me, are you running scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up
Everything I've ever loved
They fall from me like autumn leaves
The wake, I make it scattered with debris
Of everything that could have been
'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up
And I'm bleak by design
Forget all my lines
I've burned all my blessings more than half the time
Been trapped in my ways
But I'm desperate to change
So, let me know if you'll stay
So, tell me, are you running scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up
Everything I've ever loved
'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up
Like you would not believe, and I can't blame 'em
It's kind of funny when you start to
Think about the kind of fool
Who breaks his heart as often as the moon
Shows its face to you
And I regret to say, politely, I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose
Like I always do
So, tell me, are you running scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up
Everything I've ever loved
'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up
May I have your attention please?
Step right up and see the most amazing
The absolutely mind-inflaming show
About a boy who sold his soul
For a shot at love and gold
And he almost made it but lost it on the way, the story goes
Now he's the kind of fool
Who breaks his heart as often as the moon
Shows its face to you
And I regret to say, politely, I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose
Like I always do
So, tell me, are you running scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up
Everything I've ever loved
They fall from me like autumn leaves
The wake, I make it scattered with debris
Of everything that could have been
'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up
And I'm bleak by design
Forget all my lines
I've burned all my blessings more than half the time
Been trapped in my ways
But I'm desperate to change
So, let me know if you'll stay
So, tell me, are you running scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up
Everything I've ever loved
'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up
