Norma Jean Band I Used To Hate Cell Phones, But Now I Hate Car Accidents Lyrics
Run far away from what you have created.
You have created this drama.
You're dancing around the truth.
My God rain down roses.
My God rain down fire.
With these diamonds you cut your throat.
Cut throat victim.
The outside looks so good.
It is so simple and yet they don't find.
It is so simple and yet they don't mind.
They tragedy is the ignorance behind the clean casket.
On the outside they look so good.
They are walking to wall street in a straight jacket.