Jared Morris, Rx139 - Salinger Lyrics

I'm a quiet 20th century son of a bitch
Who goes around w/ a lovely adulteress
I swear to god, sometimes it makes me sick
But, I couldn't bare to be with anybody else...

Violent limp, Connecticut girl
Pretty mouth and greene my eyes
To the village with another smile
It's so funny I could cut my throat

Tangled mess of arms and hands
I can see them from this side of the phone
Tanked up huntress here in New York town...
Is it so funny?

I'm a quite 20th century son of a bitch
Who goes around w/ a lovely adulteress
I swear to god, sometimes it makes me sick
Now I took off my training wheels...

Violent limp, Connecticut girl
Pretty mouth and perfect lies...
I swear I could've ruled the world...
If I hadn't had so much to drink tonight...