So you pour the gas and I’ll strike the match
And we’ll turn our back on this pile of ash
And the only things left, will be the bones of our promises
Fuck, I love this song. And I love the band even more.

So you pour the gas and I’ll strike the match
And we’ll turn our back on this pile of ash
And the only things left, will be the bones of our promises
Fuck, I love this song. And I love the band even more.