GLOOMTOWN BRATS

I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Composición de: Dallon Weekes
Hey, what you on about?
Lipstick, quick wit with a dirty mouth
Don't let your mother down
You're deadlocked in night spots in Gloomtown

And now you're in the right place at the wrong time
And you can sell your soul if you're so inclined
You just perpetuate expensive things and an upscale life

With the rich girls in Gloomtown
Rich girls in Gloomtown
It's your last chance to get
Down

You're so polite, girl
Well-educated with a wicked mind
Negative white girl
With predilections for a proper good time

And with the right last name
You can cut in line
Or you could sell your soul if you're so inclined
You just perpetuate expensive things and an upscale life

With the rich girls in Gloomtown
Hey, rich girls in Gloomtown
Don't we love all the rich girls in Gloomtown?

And you've been so polite
Thank God for charm school
But if I read this right, uh
Then all this attention's intentionally cruel

Night heat
Back again
Turn them on
Play pretend
Blue-blooded fantasy
Apocalypse of vanities
Sex is a weapon
Girl, you're cruel intentions
Life is a bitch when you're
Rich girls in Gloomtown

Rich girls in Gloomtown
Oh, rich boys in nightgowns
Oh, hey
Rich girls in Gloomtown
Oh, rich girls in Gloomtown
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