The Handsome Life Of Swing — Lostprophets

Write to someone, let the subject burn If it's slow for my reply then ignore the wait But as long as you want everything And as long as you won't ever do Return, return, return to you

Chorus:

Point the blame, push the blame, who's to blame today? Point your finger, lose your mind, all you do is play Look out, get down, fall out, your masquerade will do But in time my friend we all will see right through.

Inside won't be here to stay King for a day, that's all I'll say

Such a party bum, you should know that right away Let the subject burn, and wish that all the fucking time (indecipherable freestyling)

Chorus

Yes, in time, won't be here to stay King for a day, that's all I'll say

But here, thought I got a home Said I've got a home Got a home And I...