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