lyric | title |
a kiss goodbye, a twisted shell | |
i've been calling you all week for my shotgun | |
sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting out the blood and screaming | |
if it looks like i'm laughing i'm really just asking to leave | |
we cross the patron saint of switchblade fights | |
but can i speak, is it hard understanding i'm incomplete? | |
well, don't i look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress i own? | |
they can fix me proper with a bit of luck | |
if living was the hardest part, we'll then one day be together. when in the end we fall apart just like the leaves changing color | |
and we'll all dance along to the tune of your death, we'll love again, we'll laugh again | |
right now they're building a coffin your size | |
so take you gloves and get out while you can | |
tell me all about your problems i was killing before killing was cool | |
i wouldn't front the scene if you paid me. i'm just the way that the doctor made me | |
can we pretend we'll leave and then we'll meet again when both our cars collide | |
the wedding party all collapsed in the room, so send my resignation to the bride and the groom | |
every hour, on the hour, they drew blood | |
a lethal injection, a swing from the rope if you dare, but nobody knows all the trouble i've seen | |
she said we'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey | |
call my aunt marie, halp her gather all my things | |
sometimes i think i'll die alone | |
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we've got the obvious team, we'll show em what we all mean | |
you wanna see how far down i can sink? | |
if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me | |
not knowing you'd change from just one bite, i fought them all off just to hold you close and tight | |
singing songs that make you slit your wrists, it isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun | |
seven different shades of ****, so what's your favorite color, punk? | |
tongue-tied and oh so squeamish, you never fell in love | |
you can cry all you want to i don't care how much you invest yourself in me | |
three cheers for tyranny, unapologetic apathy, cause there ain't no way that i'm coming back again | |
and in this moment we can't close our lids on burning eyes | |
the red ones help me fly and the blue ones help me fall | |
but this time i mean it, i'll let you know just how much you mean to me | |
so get the choir boys around you, it's a compliment i swear | |
so paint it black and take it back lets shout it loud and clear | |
you say you read my like a book but the pages are all torn and frayed now | |
from the lights to the pavement, from the van to the floor, from backstage to the doctor, from the earth to the morgue | |
you're never gonna fit in much, kid | |
i'm just the worst kind, i've got to argue with what you might find | |
all the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me | |
convulsions strike the choir by the grace of God | |
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