Fire In The Attic Running With Scissors
here comes the ruin - this place is bankrupt
with a smile on our faces - we are going down
we have made this bed - we have to sleep in it
we have dug this grave - we have to rest in it.
we are about all down.
this road is paved with good intentions
and we are driving in the fast lane
count to ten and then close your eyes
and slowly let go of the steering wheel.
this ship is sinking - the captain has gone
the flood is coming quickly - all hands on the deck
we have been dealt the cards - and we've betrayed
ourselfs
we have ignored the past - so now we pay the price.
we are running with scissors
we are taking risks
one day we'll hit a wall
and it will end in tears
