"Salma Hayek" lyrics

Coming in with all the subtlety of
A pack of wild dogs
Every time we open our mouths
(Gunshots, gunshots, gunshots, gun)
We keep your conscience in line
With those dirty, dirty thoughts
But if we put our money where our mouth is
Would we be able to talk?

Talk me down
I'll come around in the morning
(Fuck yeah, fuck yeah)
You say it's messed up when I act this way
But I like it

Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay

You got your snake wrapped round my neck
Just like I'm Salma Hayek
All these boys are choking
Gotta give it to them, cardiac
I'd have you over
But I don't wanna feel anymore, anymore, anymore

Coming in with the subtlety of
A pack of wild dogs
Every time she opens her mouth it's
(Gunshots, gunshots, gun)
I know you think about me
In your dirty, dirty thoughts
But if I put my money where my mouth is
I wouldn't even be able to talk

Talk me down
I'll come around in the morning
(Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah)
I found myself in a dark, dark place
But I like it (Like it, like it)
Every day's the same
Every, every day's the same so we

Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay

G-g-g-got your snake wrapped round my neck
Just like I'm Salma Hayek
All these boys are crying
Saying I'm their new messiah
I'd have you over
But I just don't believe anymore

I'll teach you, teach you, teach you
Don't know my place
What difference does it make?
What a disgrace
No one here knows my name (Yet)
It's so obscene
The way you conjure thoughts about me
Kinda seems like
I am your God now
(Hahahaha)

Brace, decay
Every day's the same
And so we waste away
But that's all okay
I'm not like
Like Salma Hayek or James Dean
They'll be more happy than I'll ever be
Like Salma Hayek or James Dean
They'll be more happy than I'll ever be, be, be
Whoa