T.s.s Lyrics

Faith City Fiasco T.s.s

F..ck the world I’m doing this my way.
A day late and a buck to god damn short.
All these Streets are Haunted, Florida lost its soul.
Mistakes of the past, just let me go.
You were all I had left and now I have nothing left to loose.
Cognac never fails me so let’s sing the f..cking blues!