Casting call or curtain call?
Do dead bodies make the news anymore?
Impulses of a madman with the conscience of a gentleman
You were those heels when you kicked my face in
And we'll live die hurt cry fuck lie quit try eat drink piss shit sleep and we'll love and we'll lose and we'll hate and we'll win
Skeleton key and countless sleep
Like a school bus on Sunday morning
I got drunk and drew/threw up my will
I'm happy to know when the end is near
And we'll blah blah blah and we'll love and we'll lose And we'll love and we'll win