We have to take this, to be alive.. there's just one life to give and so we strive... ..to build upon this, this way of rhymes, this book of lives, this custom of doubts..
They wanna grip the cross,. Make cavities,. Adjust because it purely is a crime. We full-on freak the cops, that causality. And break the walls of cryogenic slime.
Some people watch. Some people pray. But even lights can fade away. Some people hope. Some people pay. But why'd we have to stay. 'Cause even heroes. Get the blues.
Late dawns and early sunsets. Just like my favorite scenes. Then holding hands and life was perfect. Just like up on the screen. . And the whole time while always giving.
Now come one come all to this tragic affair. Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair. So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot. You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
Every snowflake's different just like you. (Every snowflake's different just like you). I'll sing about it if you ask me to. (if you ask me to). . Different shapes and different sizes.
Without a sound I took her down. And dressed in red and blue. I squeezed, imaginary wedding gown. That you can't wear in front of me. . A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell.
I was there on the day. They sold because for the queen. And when the lights all went out. We watched our lives on the screen. I hate the ending myself.
In the middle of a gunfight .. In the center of a restaurant .. They say ,. Come with your arms raised high .. Well , they're never gonna get me .. Like a bullet through a flock of doves ..
Check, check, check, check. Check, check, check, check. Check, check, check. Check. . Don't believe what they say. We're dead flies in the summertime.
Go!. . To un-explain the unforgivable. Drain all the blood and give the kids a show. By streetlight this dark night, a sance down below. Theres things that I have done you never should ever know!.
I was there on the day. They sold because for the queen. And when the lights all went out. We watched our lives on the screen. I hate the ending myself.
Hand in mine, into your icy blues. And then I'd say to you, we could take to the highway. With this trunk of ammunition too. I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets.
We hold in our hearts. The sword and the faith. Swelled up from the rain clouds. Move like a wraith. . Well, after all, we'll lie another day. And through it all we'll find some other way.
They're. Selling postcards. Of the hanging. They're painting. The passports brown. The beauty parlor. Is filled with sailors. The circus is in town. Here comes.
They're. Selling postcards. Of the hanging. They're painting. The passports brown. The beauty parlor. Is filled with sailors. The circus is in town. Here comes.
And if your heart stops beating. I'll be here wondering. Did you get what you deserve?. The ending of your life. . And if you get to heaven. I'll be here waiting, baby.
And if your heart stops beating. I'll be here wondering. Did you get what you deserve?. The ending of your life. . And if you get to heaven. I'll be here waiting, baby.
Yeah. Everybody pay attention to me. I got the answer. I got the answer. We'll rock it to ya with a capital D/G/T. So get your hands up. So get your hands up.
This night. Walk the dead. In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates. In the dress your husband hates. Lay down. Mark the grave. Where the searchlights find us drinking by the mausoleum door.