burning down, down, down, down I'm burning down, down, down, down I'm burning down, down, down, down I'm burning down every last memory I'm burning
Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street And in our beds, under the sheets They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next to the rosary
three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street and in our beds, under the sheets, they're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck, next to the rosary
giggles, cuddled hugs for fear of Cries, simple plots, I'm not your hero, zeros taint, when faced in holocaust, Frozen birds they sing, halos rust, we burn
Keys To Your Ignition I'm Driving On Holy Gasoline I'm Driving On Holy Gasoline I'm Driving On Holy Gasoline I'm Driving On Holy Gasoline
