Stay Out Of The Sun - Surrogate

I can’t believe the weather this year

I don’t think nature can be trusted anymore

She’s got a taste for human blood and misery

She won’t be happy till we’re gone, gone, gone

So don’t push your luck

Don’t screw this up for me

So don’t push your luck

'Cause we ran out of sympathy

I can’t believe the weather this year

Who’d have thought that we could screw this up so fast

I kind of thought that you would live forever

Ten years of separating trash won’t satisfy her

So don’t push your luck

Don’t screw this up for me

So don’t push your luck

'Cause we ran out of sympathy

So don’t push your luck

Don’t screw this up for me

So don’t push your luck

'Cause we ran out of sympathy