This Song Will Be Legen-(wait for it, but don't wait so long it passes you by)-Dary!
You've shed your last tear for us, The princess has finally been dethroned. 3 x 3 we marched on, a soundtrack tuned in drop-d But that was never good enough. It's just too easy to beat, No it was never good enough for you. We maxed out our limit on 7 string breakdowns that Fell to deaf ears. No one ever cared about the technicalities, But 3000 followers Cant be wrong. You sold 5 slim fit tees at your last show, While there was 300 in attendance. That's not a takeover, it's a disappointment. There were status updates and default pictures that night. We watched you throw your life away. The seductress has a way of stealing your thunder. You'll wake up a year later Reeling in misery. Divorces come 3 fold, and you just beat us to the punch.
Hitting on women at the bar and the hearse Hasn't even left the cemetary yet. But that's how we've always worked things out. Rum & Coke just won't do the trick tonight, Gonna need something a little more stronger. The officer said "son, your working on an early Grave tonight," but depression knows no boundaries. "she's in room 317, but she's as cold as they come This time if the year." Infidelity never felt so right, and your just an old Habbit that's too hard for me to break. Get the body bag, cause we left too much evidence. Arson only gets you so far, but this is what great Legends are made of. Strike up the band, clear the floor... We're writing checks tonight that can't be cashed.
They told us to believe the lie. To purchase this idea they were selling. It's change we can believe in, but the whore on the street corner had a different story to tell us. We trusted her. Shared needles and gin, but the high faded too soon and left us vomiting in the gutters. We played 20 bucks on this hand, but bluffed our way out. A night of strippers and cigarettes could not calm our nerves. You'll find her body at the bottom of the lake, we ate her liver and sold her kidney's on the black market. The card said it all, broken promises down the spine. You let us down, but covered your own tail for cheap sex. The mascarra is running, and our pillow is covered in last night's ink. the phone number is on the bathroom wall. we can't be bothered by your mercy, forgiveness is wasted on the rats in the sewars. there's a party in Hell, and we'll be bringing the keg.
edit: you know, i was thinking about "the tape" and i really can't say enough, how great chris's cinematography was. the angles, the zooms, the feel... it was truly a work of art. if i, or tori, or my sister had filmed it... it wouldnt have been HALF of what it was. my hat goes off to you chris... especially how you zoomed in on me as i'm "for the love of god not the posters" and how the camera kind of goes sideways? thats about as artsy as teh naked dude in 28 days later. pure. art.
