Complete Failure
Dev Hynes
Step out the van and put your clothes on
Out of my sight, a love termite
I know I talk a smooth sweet d'argent
No, Pistol Pete, make you complete
So I sang
You talk so much, it makes me nervous
Shut your pretty face and stay in your place
Where is my beer? Where is my blanket?
Where is my faith? Deep in your face
