In a haunted house cursive on a paper, that's a ghost write
Gunslinger ran out of bullets, it's a fistfight
Mind your own goddamn business, it's your birthright
Every time you shut your fucking mouth, feels just right
I don't care about your self esteem
Your prestige, die-die, fuck them all, die-die
Let the old man play the organ
Out my window, there's a white Cadillac
Sounds of the streets don't cut you no slack
All of them take and never give back
The organ plays every note in jet black
Out my window, there's a white Cadillac
Sounds of street don't cut you no slack
All of them take and never give back
The organ plays every note in jet black
Out my window, there's a white Cadillac
You can say what you mean, but you can't take it back
Told me how you felt, and I took it apart
Broken doll in my hands, and I took it to far
But I still get comfort from all the small things
Even when they pull out form my heartstrings
Take me out back, nurse me to health
Outside my window, I see something else
Out my window, there's a white Cadillac
Sound of streets don't cut you no slack
All of them take and never give back
The organ plays every note in jet black
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