What Fine Lace You Have

Washed away on the filthy ground
Crawling 'round as your world comes down
Oblivious written across your face
Permanently labeled disgrace
Is it hard? Being so lonely?
To know that you're the only
One who cares anymore

I hate to say I told you so
But Oh God did I tell you so

Have fun  being left behind
You may make it in the nick of time
I knew Oh I knew
You weren't going to make it
Are you listening now?
Well, you're too late.
These ears are laced.

Go back to that hick town
With all you're "so called friends"
Don't look even look at this crowd
We don't have time for this
Sorry, it had to be this way
It was your own fault
It was your own fault

I hate to say that I told you so
But Oh God did I tell you so


Have fun  being left behind
You may make it in the nick of time
I knew Oh I knew
You weren't going to make it
Are you listening now?
Well, you're too late.
These ears are laced.

We hate to say that we told you so
But Oh God did we tell you so (x4)


Have fun  being left behind
You may make it in the nick of time
We knew Oh We knew
You weren't going to make it
Are you listening now?
Well, you're too late.
These ears are laced.