She she
A lot of days ain't
brown hair white with paint
To close the circle connect the dots
through curses and forget me not
She she
and off white bride
To my left the right side
To pose a threat look into her eyes
through curses and lies
Oh we are going back
Yeah we are going back
She she
God's flaming pyre
is one for believing that heaven is higher
And her hair on a Friday it last for one kiss
That's a holy second you should never miss
But she sees
All the blinking lights
And on our way out she fights
fire with fire, we should go to hell
and I think we will, but we will never tell
yeah I think we will, but we will never tell
Oh we are going back
but we may be going back
yeah we are holding