Here we go again from heroes to villainsدر اینجا ما دوباره از قهرمانان به خائنانی تبدیل میشویمUsed to be your Romeo, but we both were jiltedA couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal withچند بار، پس ما شیب لغزنده داشتیم تا باهاش برخورد کنیمBut still it gave me hope that we'll getاما هنوز امیدوارم و این بهم امید میدهThrough it together, a severed earlobeکه ما با هم از اون رد می شیم، و نرمه گوش رو می بریمMailed to you in an E-N-V-elope would be dopeاز طریق یک E-N-V-E lope به تو نامه اومده ( کنایه از کلمه envelope یا پاکت نامه است )But what kind of lengths can you go?Pull a Vincent van Gogh, just to convince a damn hoTo be a housewife who outright liesShe's blackout drunk, now she's backin' out my driveI ran outside, why's she tryna act out?She's just about my size, hit me in the mouth twiceGuys, when someone you'd die forSticks a steak knife in your heart, do you try more?Another late night in, she stumbles through my doorLets the daylight in and all we do's fight moreAnd I ain't violent, but she's goin' through my drawersTo plant the K-Y in; I'm gettin' accused by a whore
Who smells like St. Ides and who's probably screwed five moreGuys, sucked eight/nine menI'm takin' two-by-fours to our eight-by-tensBitch it's you I tore out the frame, I winPut up a new high score, beat this game I'm inAnd here's some two-ply for when you date my friendsIn order to wipe your ass when you moved your bowelsWhen we renewed our vows, this the thanks I get?I'm waitin' for the day I can
دانلودHear you say, "Marshall, what a skank I've beenAnd there's a new guy, you're being replaced by him."Got your tubes tied for him, got that boob job for himHurts me to my core, but the pain I'm inAfter you, I swore to make the gray skies endHere come the rays like wind, you get a pay hike andAm I the Good Guy or do I just play like himAnd hope that he dumps you?It's like a dream come true, just to scream "Fuck you!"Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then'Cause you just look at me and roll them little snake eyes inSince—Since you bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
They'll call me guiltyYou bought the jury, they'll call me guiltyEven though you know the real meYou can't be the cheater, convincin' nonbelieverAnd I ain't in my feelings, I'm outBut I let you say that you're the Good Guy'Cause this ain't what love looks likeYou can't be the cheater, convincin' nonbelieverI ain't in my feelings, I'm outBut I let you say that you're the Good GuyThey like, "You're the Good Guy."They like, they like, they like, "You're the Good Guy."