Curse Curse Lyrics - Petite Mort - James

In my hotel room 

Sounds from next door 

Someone's getting laid 

God's name's proclaimed 

The end is on its way 

Turned on ashamed 

I turn up the TV 

Copa Del Rey 

Messi shoots and scores 

A hundred thousand came 

No rain for days 

I'm easily ignited 

I think too much 

Don't get me excited 

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Pour me more tequila 

Raise the flames to fever 

Some spirit draws me out 

Praise the lord and kiss me on my mouth 

Two shots more tequila 

Raise the flames to fever 

Some spirit draws me out 

Praise the lord and kiss me on my mouth 

Alone 

in my bedroom 

Alone 

in my bedroom 

I prowl the walls 

Create shadows 

I'm crazy as a wasp 

On a window in a heatwave 

I see the light 

Something's in my way 

Photos 

I'm just a profiteer 

Running out of luck 

Gunning on desire 

Curse curse curse curse 

I'm just a hack in fear 

That I'm not good enough 

Gunning on desire 

Curse curse curse curse 

Pour me more tequila 

Raise the flames to fever 

Some spirit draws me out 

Praise the lord and kiss me on my mouth 

Two shots more tequila 

Raise the flames to fever 

Some spirit draws me out 

Praise the lord and kiss me on my mouth 

Time to wake, 

time to wake the floorboards 

Time to ride, 

time to ride the dark horse 

Time to shake, 

time to shake up the neighbours 

Alone 

in my bedroom 

Alone 

in my bedroom 

I prowl the walls 

Create shadows 

Alone 

in my bedroom 

Alone 

in my bedroom 

I prowl the walls 

Create shadows