Matt Skiba Merry-go-down
I'm letting go again
Somehow it's different this time
Starting to play again
Like the ???
Here we go again
Like a merry-go-down
Crashing and burn again
Before a mortified crowd
And when the curtain comes dropping down on all of this
And when the hearts begin to roll who will confess?
If I should live to tell the tale I'll do my best
To leave in all the gory details, phantom limbs and entrails
I'll never forget
No, no
No, I've had it up to here with this burning desire
I've burnt it black again but grows back greener each time
And when the curtain comes dropping down on all of this
And when the hearts begin to roll who will confess?
If I should live to tell the tale I'll do my best
To leave in all the gory details, phantom limbs and entrails
I'll never forget
No, no
