Pull it over me. Put me in the street. Bury a kid. Build up the kind
He wants you to sing because when you sing, it doesn't mean anything
Take it off of me. The terror in my night. Please believe I am
Covered. Tear it up when you die, I am not covered. The green in my
Eyes, is a fortunate day. The way to k** a dead feeling. High dives
Are real