The Cursed - Evil, In The Bag

They ain't got a reason, to make you want to sigh
Jealousy and treason, the fire gets you high
Five knuckle shuffle, will you get to the point,
Missed the bus and you ran out of luck
And the patience wore thinner as they ruined the joint
I like to be kissed before I see no light, get it right
Your virtues are a drag pardon our assumption your evil is in a bag

There will be a season, when everything must die
So count your minutes pleasing the fire in your eye
God only knows what you're doing at night
You made the train and the top of the list,
So the devil threw a party, everyone came she likes to be asked before she's kissed
Room full of sinners on a Saturday night the joint jumped and The Cursed threw a fist
And the party fizzled, room had the groove,
Who cares if she wants to be kissed see no light, get it right
Your virtues are a drag pardon our assumption your evil is in a bag