The Right Type

2 days ago by @jamesh411

The Right Type

jamesh411

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Liner Notes

#noguitar #bassistheplace #postpunk #artdamage

Lyrics

Up every morning,
I’m scanning the forest for weakness,
Not a cloud in the sky,
The river before me is dry,
Hung like a horse,
I’m running the course at the Preakness,
Hollywood high the voltage is right,
The set and the lighting is bright.
I’m scanning the mirrors and cameras,
Out in the casino,
Oxygen mask and the tank with the gas,
My room at the end of the row,
Crushing the glass in my hand,
As I stare out the window,
A warrior’s vest with the cross on my chest,
And a driver that’s ready to go.

I’m the right type,
The right type,
The right type,
Of narcissist.
I’m the right type,
The right type,
The right type,
Of narcissist.

Stayin up late as I’m looking over agreements,
300K in the bank and a car in the yard,
Launder the cash so fast I don’t get no credit,
Nobody told me, I put it all down on the card,
Print up the stacks while I clean up my act campaigning,
Four active suits, the judge and the bailiff step down,
A jury to hang with the help of the district attorney,
Sweeping the clouds, I’m making my daddy so proud.

I’m the right type,
The right type,
The right type,
Of narcissist.
I’m the right type,
The right type,
The right type,
Of narcissist.

Its the changing of the gods,
Spoil the child and spare the rod,
As we’re beating all the odds.

I’m the right type,
The right type,
The right type,
Of narcissist.
I’m the right type,
The right type,
The right type,
Of narcissist.

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