lite my cigarette on yer destruction  "don't do it"'s become nothing more than a slogan  i killed with you, helped you cover it up  extremism works, but it's never enough  my hand got burned, yours got shot  the red ribbon in my hair means a lot  i ain't goin' to hell with you  disappear on my q  it ain't over till the fat lady wheels  i could never understand your deals  flaked out on me before the prom  remember you by the scar on my palm