Let Fate Be Proud

God I hope he made it home
And as he wipes off his cologne let fate be proud of him
In the morning won’t he wake and grab his book of notes to take
And let fate be proud of him
I close my eyes and still can’t place
The points and creases of his face and let fate be proud of him
His reign of terror appetite
All the teeth marks from his bite
Drain blood until his fates completely dry
God I hope it isn’t so
Why won’t you tell me what you know
And let fate be proud of you
If it's as good as what you pay
Then what’s a dollar for a day
And let fate get back to you
Your reign of terror appetie
All the teeth marks from your bite
Sink in until you won this fight
I wish I wasn’t here tonight I wish I knew
So what can I do
To end my stories the way that you do
You’re asking me while I’m so young and green
To turn water into gasoline
God I hope he’s having fun
This time we’ll let him think he won
And let fate be proud of him
In the morning when he wakes
And thinks about the risks he takes
Let fate be proud
His reign of terror appetite
All the teeth marks from his bite
Drain blood until his fate runs dry
I wish this time I didn’t try
I wish I knew
So what can I do
To end my stories the way that you do
You’re asking me while Im so young and green
To turn water into gasoline
And it's up to you
So so sure its the right thing to do
And after all of the things that you’ve seen
You’ll turn water into gasoline