These nails are sticking in my feet

These people are sleeping on my street

These pills are jamming in my throat

Where the hell is my shooting star?

I think my feet are getting colder

I think that hell is freezing over

What are we doing in this place?

Small town rivalry shoved in my face

Lets draw our swords

To make sure

No one gets out alive

Why are we here?

Why does the blood on my fingertips

Taste like the blood on your lips?

Hey you, get your memories off my patch
Of pre-grown forget-me-not bullshit won't last
Remember why you're here
Remember to laugh my dear

I think my feet are getting colder

I think that hell is freezing over

Nail me to the road and put your life in gear
Back up over the bricks and leaves and tears
I don't care about your funda(mental) paper flowers
Don't be(leave) me
Ask the HOLOCAUST if it was real

Shoot me with your plastic pellets
But don't ask me to bleed

I think my feet are getting colder

I think that hell is freezing over

GET OUT
This is MY WORLD
My fire my flowers my Friends MY LIFE
But forget it
You can't leave anyway
I've chained you to the door

I step across you every time
I love you every time
Stab me again

Cut across my life line and
Uh oh what now

It's okay I'm sorry my love
I didn't mean to I'll try harder next time
Don't worry my love
Ask me anything and I'll take it for you
Swallow the acid that almost took me from you

I think my feet are getting colder

I think that hell is freezing over

What are we doing in this place?

Small town rivalry shoved in my face

Lets draw our swords

To make sure

No one gets out alive

My feet have gotten colder

Hell has frozen over.

So what do we do now?