Bow Ties on Dead Guys - Fearless Vampire Killers

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This one's for someone who, up until very recently, was my best friend. That was before he stabbed me in the back, big time. He broke up with his girlfriend, told her the next day that he still loved her, then literally minutes later got together with another girl. A girl who, just 2 weeks before, I confessed to him to having feelings for. So this song's about rising above whatever anyone throws at you.

Verse 1:

I might not be your saint but if you’re looking for a freak,

To light an effigy outside your gate, well, I guess I could be weirdo of the week,

Is it such a sin to indulge

My wicked ways won’t flaunt your woes,

But if you feel that social friction

it’s cos you put your faith in fiction

Chorus:

So kick and scream all you want,

And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah

We’ll see who’s laughing in the end

Verse 2:

If you’re trying to break me down, then go ahead, I’ve got some time I can waste,

You haters go hating cos I’ve got the patience and a song I can sing at your wake,                           Cos I won’t let your dirty hands beat me,

Get off of me

FUCK YOU!

Keep screaming punk I’ll bet this chainsaw can cut through…

Woops! I guess i should have known better than ever letting anyone see my true face

Now, let’s share the blood and hate

Chorus

So kick and scream all you want,

And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah

We’ll see who’s laughing in the end

Light up the funeral pyres,

But you know what you get when you play with fire

We’ll see who’s laughing in the end

Bridge:

I can’t hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight,

I might be wrong, I think that I’m losing the fight

I can’t hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight,

(No coming back from the dead, we’re just ghosts in the end)

I might be wrong, so why does it feels so right?

Chorus:

So kick and scream all you want,

And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah

We’ll see who’s laughing in then end

Light up the funeral pyres,

But you know what you get when you play with fire

We’ll see who’s laughing in the end

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