Текст песни:

Go tell this town I′ve built them all their coffins.
As for this face, best be forgotten.

"Baby, baby, I′ve got a reason to leave.
But I′m not going far.
Baby, baby, c′mon, I′m begging you, please.
I′m not the one in chains."

"They call me Jesse James, and I own the night life.
I drift from town to town across the nation.
Praise the Lord, lock and load, boys.
We go down, we go down, we go down together."

Your gun′s firing blanks.
NO WAY OUT.

Go tell this town I′ve built them all their coffins.
As for this face, best be forgotten.
Hell′s on it′s way, no one′s gonna stop it.
I wear the suit, no one′s gonna top it.

@ Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Текст песни:

I′ll be your Romeo. You′ll be my Juliet.
You′ll be so beautiful, So charming.
Lying dead in my room.
I lost touch with my hand, and the knife in your back.
Short story, this tragic ending,
The missing link in the chain of events,
That have occurred gravely throughout the years.
You will not die with me.

@ Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Текст песни:

Nothing′s the same,
Fading away,
Fading away.
Nothing′s the same,
Fading away,
Fading away.
Nothing′s the same,
Fading away,
Fading away.
Nothing′s the same,
Fading away,
Fading away.

You′ve been worn,
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been warned for the last time.
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been warned for the last time.
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been warned for the last time.
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been warned for the last time.

Don′t it hurt?
Don′t it hurt?
Don′t it hurt?
Don′t it hurt?
Honey, you′re playing with matches.
Honey, you′re playing with matches.
Honey, you′re playing with matches.
Honey, you′re playing with matches.

It′s not time to go
(it′s something in your eyes)
You can′t take it slow
(it′s something in the wine)
You taste like something′s wrong.
"Darling, tell me, is something wrong?"

Turn, turn the wheels of horror
You′ll hang for what you′ve done
I′ve failed to recognize my hand as part of the problem.

I′ll watch you fall from this balcony
Like a chandelier from the sixth story.
The concrete will stain from the blood which you paint.
A poet you′ve lived, now an artist you′ll die.
I′ll watch you fall from this balcony
Like a chandelier from the sixth story.
The concrete will stain from the blood which you paint.
A poet you′ve lived, now an artist you′ll die.

It′s not time to go
(it′s something in your eyes)
You can′t take it slow
(it′s something in the wine)
You taste like something′s wrong.
"Darling, tell me, is something wrong?"

Turn, turn the wheels of horror
You′ll hang for what you′ve done
I′ve failed to recognize my hand as part of the problem.

@ Drop Dead, Gorgeous