Píseň: Champing At The Bit

Interpret:
Every Time I Die
Album:
Gutter Phenomenon
We drew a crowd 
The crowd drew the blood 
Fawning swindlers 
There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized 
Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen? Take him away 
Get him against the wall for the witnesses 
This is doom in a borrowed suit 
It's a pickup line at a funeral 
Cannibals along side the catwalk 
But it's ok we're got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again 
New love is tasteless 
We're wearing down 
This is the year of the party crasher 
What is charm? Where are the heroics? 
What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics? 
Designer impostors find us twitching in the claws of the snake 
A fin is circling around the floor 
It appears we've lost our way 
The tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore 
Get inside 
Someone's yelling fire in the theater 
Oh dear god. Everybody stay calm 
Tell your husband that his screaming just invited it in 
The horsemen are crashing through the gates 
We had better learn to play dead 
Our hands are reeking of rapture 
It's dripping from our chin 
The tragedy of infant hearts 
But it's ok we've got old blood and our hair is woven to the same hotel again 
We're wearing down 
This is the year of the party crasher 
It's you and me for the first time in history 
We're history