Lletres: My Chemical Romance. Life on the Murder Scene. Bury Me In Black.

I said, ?We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight?
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time

Just give us war, worn lipstick by the door if I inflame

These eyes, have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light

Just give us war, war, I've been calling you all week
For my, shotgun

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker

I wanna see what you're insides look like
I bet you're not so fuckin' pretty on the inside
I wanna see what you're insides look like
I wanna see 'em

Well you don't say and well I can't explain
What happened to my faith, late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm goin' through, shot lip gloss through my veins
And well I can't complain, with the falling rain

C'mon

I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be