We could be perfect one night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration This riddle of revenge please understand it has to be this way
Stand up fucking Don't let them see your back And take my fucking hand And be afraid again
We've only got one chance to this at an end and cross the patron saint of switchblade fights You said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes I'll make you understand and you trade me for an apparition
Stand fucking tall Don't let them see your back And take my fucking hand And never
Trust, you said Who put the words in head Oh how wrong we were to think That immortality meant never
Stand Take my fucking hand Take my fucking...
Stand up fucking tall Don't let see your back And take my fucking hand And never be afraid again