Lite my cigarette on yer destruction
«don’t do it»‘s become nothing more than a slogan
I killed with you, helped you cover it up
Extremism works, but it’s never enough
My hand got burned, yours got shot
The red ribbon in my hair means a lot
I ain’t goin’ to hell with you
Disappear on my q
It ain’t over till the fat lady wheels
I could never understand your deals
Flaked out on me before the prom
Remember you by the scar on my palm
