Laura Jane Grace - Good Luck lyrics

Sow how's New England In perpetual autumn and winter? After all did you get what you asked for? A farmhouse with parquet floors How's the hypocrite? Are the vitamins working? I'll bet you'll just fake it till your point is made I'm getting mean in my old age Not gonna lie Not gonna lie I hope you I hope you hate New England So how's the country living? How's the rural life? Call me names like I care But I know you're still a wife Did I get that four letter word right? You wanna judge So I'll just wait Sit back and watch as your Self-righteous plans just disintegrate It's quite a twist of fate