Intro
Came in like a hurricane,
my universe will never be the same.
Everyone got seriously scared.
You could feel the silence in the air.
Retribution isn’t a crime
It’s just passion without a waiting time.
Chours
Fancy as hell and heaven too,
This is the thing I always do.
I snatch time from the hands of death
to dance yet again ’til my last breath.
Procrastination in a form so pure
that there will never be a cure.
Verse
I’ve been late to my own mistakes,
burned a few bridges just for the stakes.
Left good intentions out in the rain,
then circled around and did it again.
Tomorrow keeps calling, I let it ring,
today’s got enough of everything.
Chours
Fancy as hell and heaven too,
This is the thing I always do.
I snatch time from the hands of death
to dance yet again ’til my last breath.
Procrastination in a form so pure
that there will never be a cure.
Verse
I keep my promises slightly bent,
spend every second before it’s spent.
I’ve danced with trouble, I’ve bought it drinks,
stood on the edge just to see who blinks.
If fate wants payment, send the bill—
I’ll get around to it. Maybe I will.
Bridge
Death’s at the door with a watch in his hand,
says, “Time to go.” I say, “Change of plans.”
He checks his list, I pour one more,
leave my coat hanging by the door.
He says, “You can’t keep doing this.”
I say, “Watch me, darling. Life’s too short to miss.”
Chours
Fancy as hell and heaven too,
This is the thing I always do.
I snatch time from the hands of death
to dance yet again ’til my last breath.
Procrastination in a form so pure
that there will never be a cure.
Outro
So when the final curtain falls
and death comes walking through the walls,
I’ll straighten my tie and make him wait—
I’m fancy as fuck ain’t that great
