DANCE CLUB MASSACRE


You're What The French Call 'les Incompetents' Lyrics

No, but you're wrong. For so god damn long.
I've been waiting for service. Adorable... this place is
adorable, but far too expensive. I propose retirement.
What, no lime? No cute little umbrella? Oh no baby, this
ain't attitude, it's baditude. Have you looked into the
devil's eyes? I didn't think so. Do you have the golden
touch such only gods of great stature like Dr. Jones
possesses? I didn't think so. Needless to say, I'm not
impressed. Okay, here's the truth, I smashed a lot of
empty beer bottles that night. Hey... dissed and
dismissed... No, I can't blame her.

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