Got a fence and you don't know Two hands that subtlety show this. I bet on lying stars, do you? With your cage in your hands I wanna buy it and you don't care What a feel of love that you bring If you calm down I'll rally round you Be your rare machine If you love mistakes, Miss California Let me bleed for you Got scared and shed a tear No legs, the puppeteer is gone
Wooden scars never heal Matchbooks, kerosene Dead poets coming clean Obituaries for your men If you calm down I'll rally round you Be your rare machine If you love mistakes, Miss California Let me bleed for you. If you calm down we can rally round you Be your rare machine We all love mistakes, Miss California Let us bleed for you