Letras:
Crimore

: One...two...three Four...five...six Seven...eight...nine Nine...nine...nine Ten...ten...ten...ten [unexplainable noise]

blue War Crime... War Crime And the president said that that's OK Because it takes they're attention away From the real crime, the war There are no war crimes

the jury I'm guilty of the crime I'm guilty of, guilty of the crime Of lovin' you, baby Guilty of, guilty of the crime Of lovin' you, baby Guilty of, guilty of the crime

: Napoleon Blownapart, 1610 - Martin Luther, they did it again World War Two, 1945 - tourists from the future, they did not survive Panzers at Hastings

: Remember back when we were so close Remember when we had all of this Although we aren't close anymore I will always remember you Child hood reminders

: [Intro] YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! [Chorus] When the strap out, you know what that 'bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA

: Lost the confidence to write a song, So I found three simple chords And held them together with my weak voice On an out of tune guitar My father gave

: Last night, A room full, drunk, Sang along to the songs I never had The courage to write. Given the chance I'd stay in this chorus forever, Where everything

: Four sins past sainthood, It's like I'm dying to forget All the sleepless nights, Lying perfectly alone and still. I can drink 'till victory, I'll