Burn, burn the house on fire I'm so sick and tired I can still remember your sound It's cut, cut, cutting me down I'm locked and loaded You're so milk
Louisiana, in the 'Bucket Of Blood' That was where they met, his eyes were like mud 'Cause his whole life he had nothing to see But he held on to her
If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do if
And you know me now like a mother knows her child And you know me now like I came from your own body I can feel your pulse like a moth inside a jar And
Ain't a soul who's seen A loser like me it was she, it was she She put the devil in me Wasn't me, wasn't me I don't have it in me (That remains to be
his eyes and his face was blood red And spit would run from his mouth when he said I wanna live 'till I die 'Cause I am alive and there's blood in my
Come, come like sugar my love Until the bitter taste is gone These images then burn my eyes Like the thumbprints of the sun Come, come everything to please
She could be found out dancin' At Ludlow Street and Stanton Oh, you should've seen her Shake it up like Orangina And even though she's a liar We got
of me I could cut my veins and drown you in the flames And I'd know, I'd know, I would know ecstasy And I was only seventeen, stir the blood and spill
The birds are up when he collapses through her door Spilling out in constellations on her floor Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread And everything that
We are faster, faster than pain We are a never ending without a brain We have evolved, we have no feeling at all It is a brave new world Raise a glass
Louisiana, in the Bucket of Blood That's where they met, his eyes were like mud Cause his whole life he had nothing to see But he held on to her and
And you know me now like a mother knows a child And you know me now like I came from your own body I can feel your pulse like a moth inside a jar And
We are faster, faster than pain We are a nerve ending without a brain We have evolved, we have no feeling at all It is a brave new world Raise a glass
Burn, burn house on fire I'm so sick and tired I can still remember your sound It is cut, cut cutting me down I'm locked and loaded You're so milk and
Come, come like sugar my love Until the bitter taste is gone These images then burn my eyes Like the thumbprints of the sun Come, come everything to
The birds are up when he collapses through the door Spilling out in constellations on the floor Soaked in liquor he's soft as bread ... And everything
