I've got a book of matches I've got a can of kerosene I've got some bad ideas involving you and me I don't blame you for walking away I touched myself had thoughts of flames I shat the bed and laid there in it Thinking of you wide awake for days Wide awake for days
And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain You couldn't crack a smile I didn't catch your name I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me I swear it's not contagious In four short steps we can erase this
Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
I'm like a broken record I've got a needle scratching me It injects the poison of alcohol I.V. I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me I swear it's not contagious I swear to God it's not contagious
Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
This could be love - love for fire This could be love - love for fire This could be love - love for fire This could be love for fire forevermore
Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop at Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one One by one Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
