"The Palace" lyrics

Dad said, "He hates my guts,"
But this club thinks I'm worth 'bout eighty bucks
Strangers get drunk while I sit on their lap
Mouthing the words to 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac

As I pour my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name

It's a cold man
I pole-dance
Now holding hands lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name

Cathy's a bitch and she works on the doors
Minding the palace with cheetah-print floors
I had a lover, a dream and a plan
Now I've got a bruise and a coconut tan

So, I pour my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name

It's a cold man
I pole-dance
Now holding hands lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name

The only thing they didn't see was bones and wisdom teeth
And I can't bear to pull them out now
The only thing they didn't see was bones and wisdom teeth
And I can't bear to pull them out now

Let's give a warm welcome
Take it or sell some
Here in the palace that everyone fell from
So play that old Fleetwood
And kill like the streets would
And write on my tombstone 'Miss Peach Porcelain'
I know I'm gonna age in this club
But Dad still hates my guts

It's a cold man
I pole-dance
Now holding hands lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name

Eyelash, eyelash
Eyelash, eyelash