she's got the world in her hands.
she's got a hole in her head.
black curdled blood running down her arms.
covering the earth.
disarm and everything's gold.
disarm and everyone knows.
that this boy is solid soul.
without a clue or conscience.
she'll never eat the right fish.
on the seventh sea there's a setting sun.
severing our rope and we just gotta hope.
there's a common objective between all the wreckage.
hey na-na...
hey have you forgotten to sing?
she paints our origin read, then makes it blue with our hands.
pointing out the smiles, counting down the days.
smothering the truth.
and I'm mad at you.
yeah I'm mad anew.
I've got my eye on you.
I've got my eye on you.
hey na-na...
hey have you forgotten to sing?
I've got a well deserving lover in the governist I keep.
might be a small town brother.
but I know when I've been lied to.