Pay Us No Mind - The Staves

Easy come, easy go

Tell me things I want to know

Drink until your lips are black

You’ve given things you’ll never get back

Oh you silly thing

Cold sheets of linen

Doomed from the beginning

Do what you will

Leave the worry to the women;

That’s our game to play

But, oh, we will say anything —

Pay us no mind

You were right and I was wrong

To tarry here for far too long

Pick me up, wish me luck

Fare thee well, I don’t give a fuck anymore

But, oh, you could say anything

And I wouldn’t mind

Think of me, sweet Anthony, in private disarray

I never needed sympathy, I only want to say

That I’m not afraid to shout, I’m not afraid to tell

And we’re ready now to give them all hell

And you always said it’s every man for himself

But, oh, we will say anything —

Pay us no mind