I wrote a book about a killer, I think you can relate
He slits his best friend's throat in a boat by a lake
Well I hate showering in puddles, I hate using mud as soap
I shot a flare gun in the air so I could get a glimpse of hope
Well I have honest friends
Who make an honest life of killing honest kids
With all their desperate lies
And I have people that say I look just like my dad
And I have people that say I look just like my dad
Well I know this will be our final ride
Like kings on stolen bikes of gasoline tonight
And I know this will be our final ride
Like kings on stolen bikes of gasoline tonight
We threw our hats up in the air to say that we were finally free
And every poem that I wrote in school, I wrote them all for me
Well I am helpless
And I am in love
And I am jealous
And you're so fucked up
But I know everything will be okay, alright,
With uninvited guests who always love to spend the night
But I know everything will be okay, alright
With uninvited guests who always love to spend the night
Well I have honest friends
Who make an honest life of killing honest kids
With all their helpless lies
And I have people that say I look just like my dad
And I have people that say I look just like my dad
Well I know everything will be okay alright,
With uninvited guests who always love to spend the night
Well I know everything will be okay alright.