It's You're Last Chance to Dance - Preservation Hall Jazz Band

I see you You're not dead, just dead to me Loyalty is a chain that's binding It's sad, sad but true You're like a match to the fuel Destroying everything around you Twist the blade Leavin' a wound that never heals inside me Twist the blade, let it die Vengeance is hereby mine Don't you feel better when, better when You see right through me, yeah So don't pretend, don't pretend You ever knew me Who I really am, really am Guess you're just another bad friend Just a bad friend, fuck it Watched you fall, fall from grace Face to face with the shadow of your mistakes So you cut, cut and run Look what you've done Belief is the death of reason Twist the blade Leavin' a wound that never heals inside me Twist the blade, let it die Vengeance is hereby mine Don't you feel better when, better when You see right through me, yeah So don't pretend, don't pretend You ever knew me Who I really am, really am Guess you're just another bad friend Just a bad friend Bad friend (bad friend) Bad friend (bad friend) Bad friend (bad friend) Drop the dead weight, I'm moving past this When I'm gone, who's gonna carry your casket? Who? Who's gonna carry your casket? Who? No one will carry your casket

Sugar blues How I hate those sugar blues The whole town is singin' I like my coffee, and I like my tea But the doggone sugar turned sour on me I'm so unhappy Yes, I'm so blue I can hang my head down and cry Now you can say what you choose I'm all confused I've got those old sugar blues, yes pretty baby I've got those old sugar blues I said sugar blues Everybody's singin' the sugar blues The whole town is squawkin' I've got a woman live back in town, she's sweet as can be But the doggone fool, she turned sour on me I'm so unhappy Yes, I'm so blue I can lay right down here and die Now you can say what you choose I'm all confused I've got those sugar, the sugar blues I've got those old sugar blues

I knew a little girl Her name was Bee She'd flirt with every man That she did see She'd flirt with a man Called Mr Key She had a dress measured To her knee She went to the river She couldn't get across She paid five dollars For an old (grey) horse The horse wouldn't pull She swapped it for a bull All she could hear The boys was sayin' Won't you lower it babe Everybody's lookin' Lower it babe Everyone can see Won't you lower it babe Everybody's lookin' Short dress, no mo' style I knew a little girl Her name was (Bee) She'd flirt with every man That she did see She'd flirt with a man Called Mr Key She had a dress measured To her knee She went to the river She couldn't get across She paid five dollars For an old (grey) horse The horse wouldn't pull She swapped it for a bull All she could hear The boys was sayin' Won't you lower it babe Everybody's lookin' Lower it babe Everyone can see Won't you lower it babe Everybody's lookin' Short dress, no mo' style