And the clothes you're in You can feel the frostbite Your blood out in the snow
Just think of all the fun you've had Breaking heads and acting bad But now that all those days are done Wound up on the other side
Through your dying brains Like moths to flame they fly Because they love blood's smell But they're scared as Hell
Just think of all the fun you've had Breaking heads and acting bad But now that all those days are done Wound up on the other side
I smell something burning Like a flag, like a rubber tire What you kids been cooking That's got my kitchen full of fire? Cause we were sick of the pie And hide 'till all the fires go
Just think of all the fun you've had Breaking heads and acting bad But now that all those days are done Wound up on the other side
Cause we were sick of the pie And hide 'till all the fires go
Cause we were sick of the pie And hide 'till all the fires go
Cause we were sick of the pie And hide 'till all the fires go
Cause we were sick of the pie You've been... you've been...