Текстове на песни: Andrew Jackson Jihad. People Who Can Eat People Are The Luckiest People In The World. Randy's House.

I?ve got the rotten apple core feeling
Dying like a living ghost
Now I?m lying on the ground
Not making a sound
Thinking I love you the most

And I hope our candles flicker and die
So, that, our hearts don?t burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randy?s house

When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun
I became a setting sun
Now you?re heading west bound while I?m lying on the ground
Thinking that you were the one

And I hope our candles flicker and die
So, that, our hearts don?t burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randy?s house