The Paper Chase - Dying With Decent Music lyrics

Maybe better you than me You're much weaker, you're more clumsy When I forfeit my patience to you So maybe you've had too much wine Piggy's flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room "Your sideburns always smell like s**" Little sister, your big brother, "the f**" won't be smothering you Or calling to his friends back east "Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadful… my white slave" Let them die while some decent music plays With my sh** shoe stumbles that's me dirty nails and awful thoughts I'll use the words used up on commercials Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines This feeling I can't confine that to a rhyme But maybe I can when I see you on the other side See you on the other side where we would be released I'd sell out everything if I could find such peace See you on the other side where we would be released I'd sell out everyone if I could find such peace I will be free