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