Breaking the windows to my soul The playground in my heart Is out of my control All the children in my blood Are laughing and they're singing And they're jumping in the mud
Is there a demon under my bed? I saw it in a movie once And now it's in my head Don't try to trick me to fall into love I step on all the cracks Cause I'm a superstitious punk
Rolling in the roses Pocket full of explosives Watch out it's gonna blow
Shot into the sky No choice but to fly
I'm ready to burn it to the ground The walls are made of paper And I'm hearing every sound Don't you get it? It's all a joke All the mirrors are broken And we're breathing in the smoke
Rolling in the roses Pocket full of explosives Watch out it's gonna blow
Shot into the sky No choice but to fly
Shot into the sky No choice but to fly Straight into the sun Won't stop till you come
Rolling in the roses Rolling
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