Burn bridges, burn pies
A tornado of a devil's eyes
And I don't know what the bearings are for finding you alive
Burn bridges, burn pies
Left alone for the dog to find
But I don't why the needles in your smile
Become vile
For a while
And you try to hear the bang
Square boxes, square thoughts
Sealed up till they fu*kin' rot
And we'll put them when they feel absolutely necessary
Smooth velvet, smooth hands
Put to sleep where the killer stands
But it can't be worse than waiting for your smile
Becomes vile
For a while
And you try to hear the
Don't make it sting
Oh no
Don't make me sing
Hi dad it's showtime
So tell my friends I'm dead
Burn bridges, burn pies
A tornado of a devil's eyes
Burn bridges, burn pies
A tornado of a devil's eyes