We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Et Tu, Brute?

from The Company We Keep by Con Etiquette

/

lyrics

Well it's safe to presume that you don't have the slightest clue. Your cheeks are pale, and your nose is red, and your lips haven't stopped moving yet. You've been babbling on and on about, god knows what and you know that they're all thinking "Man, he really needs to cleanup." Find yourself some work, maybe get in touch with Jesus? Life's a game of chess, we're always runnin' out of pieces.
Oh no! Not I! I'd rather be burned alive! Oh no, not I. But your flame just ain't bright enough, and your blade just ain't sharp enough, and if your brain worked half as quick as your mouth, you'd be in an alright place. And it's a shame that I have to take such lengths, just to prove a fucking point, who really cares, anyways, anymore?
What a waste, you should feel ashamed, don't you show your fucking face around this side of town, leave with some dignity. Put that tail right between those shaky legs. Funny is now you're not so brave as once self proclaimed, the title doesn't match your ways. But your flame just ain't bright enough, and your blade just ain't sharp enough, and if your brain worked half as quick as your mouth, you'd be in an alright place. And it's a shame that I have to take such lengths, just to prove a fucking point, who really cares, anyways, anymore?

credits

from The Company We Keep, released December 22, 2017

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Con Etiquette New Haven, Connecticut

Con Etiquette is:
Antonino Lappostato
Dan Nicolari
Mr. G

contact / help

Contact Con Etiquette

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Con Etiquette, you may also like: