Lyrics

Hey he looks good and he looks fine
And in his step and stare well hes got the time
And he sits up there way far from view
But you can count on it the world it comes to you

Black curtain in the dead of the night
Blood teeth I swear were coming alive
Around the sounds are starting to sweat
The hounds of hell
When everything was right
He used to love his life

Hey mister cool boy slow down

Hey he looks good and he looks fine
And in his step and stare well he's got the time
And he sits up there on his phone
But you would never, never know how he's so alone

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