Hair-trigger Lyrics - Scurrilous - Protest The Hero

That sweet little red-head's got her hooks in my back 

She points her finger and she shows me what I lack 

Her pale skin, it burns so hard in the midnight air 

She paints the streets a shade of grey around my chair, so come on in 

Her heartbreak on my skin and her scent on my fingers 

Her taste is on my mind, it constantly lingers 

'Til I can breathe her, 'til I can believe her 

'Til I can breathe her, 'til I can leave her. 

Every kiss is a little sickening 

I can feel deaf fingers quickening 

Tightening my passageways 

If you can't count the years start counting down. 

Try to remember that she hates you, 

And though she might elate you 

She tries to kill the great that's in you now 

She's hand picked the fate that awaits you, 

And despite her words 

It's not too late 

I wrote a goddamn love song to praise everything I hate 

And the kids were wanting a chorus line and they sealed my picture's frame 

She might run shit for right now, but I'll be damned if it's forever and always 

As the chorus fades away like friends in high school hallways 

Oh, I got this feeling that things will never ever ever be the same 

"What about those rainy nights in London? 

What about the crippling desert heart? 

What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me?" 

"What about the hospital in LA?" 

"You took me back after that night" 

"What about that blackened image in my mind?" 

"I swear I'll burn with a new light" 

"What the frozen, dripping holiday bird that's cold?" 

She's cold as ice