Bleeding on the Soundtrack

A hurricane martini seems so middle class I told my friends that it was whisky from a broken glass I said you walked into the ocean drunk and already blue Well that much is true Thank god you drive the way you think man, anything but straight Ripped the doors off in reverse while trying to wipe the slate I wasn't there but I heard the rumours of escaping fumes They said you could smell them from the Penhale dunes Jet black, the engine roared Don't dance with what you can't afford If you lie down you can't take it back Still bleeding on the soundtrack You and that prince that bleached his hair in all the posters Denying living in the way you know you're not supposed ta's He succeeded with a shot gun, pulled the trigger with his toes But I sure liked his clothes When you were clean enough to figure out your left from right Before you froze beneath the waves and then saw the light What made you gamble? Was it us or was it real? I couldn't tell you how I feel Jet black, the engine roared Don't dance with what you can't afford If you lie down you can't take it back Still bleeding on the soundtrack I don't remember being phased at all by what I heard Behind the girl next door and playing guitar you came in third It was how the news was dealt that so divided me Devastation in a quip delivered frantically And so now I see you wrestling with your history Refusing to tap out despite the misery I don't give credit for your actions in the way I should Good golly how I wish I could Jet black, the engine roared Don't dance with what you can't afford If you lie down you can't take it back Still bleeding on the soundtrack Bleeding on the soundtrack Bleeding on the soundtrack --- Bleeding on the Soundtrack - William The Conqueror