Letras:
Cheers The

: Long ago Just like the hearse you die to get in again We are so far from you Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate The lives of

: Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way. For all the dirty looks

: Gaze into her killing jar I'd sometimes stare for hours. She even poked the holes so I can breathe. She bought the last line. I'm just the worst kind

: Oh baby here comes the sound! I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine. This is how we like to do it in the murder scene

: Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal And you never had a chance Love it, or leave it, you can't understand A pretty face, but you do so carry

: Stay out of the light Or the photograph that I gave you You can say a prayer if you need to Or just get in line and I'll grieve you Can I meet you

: This night, walk the dead in the solitary style and crash the cemetery gates. in the dress your husband hates way down, mark the grave where the

: Cheers to the freakin weekend I drink to that, yeah yeah Oh let the jameson sink in I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn

: Yeah, yeah Don?t wake me up if I?m sleeping this life away Tell me that I?ll never be good enough Sometimes it hurts to think it could really be that