Learn to Sing Like a Star

And in the subsequent solitude Flat on your backs again We think shoot You don't wanna walk me down this avenue in hell Scared that I'll bicker with the devil herself My attitude's fundamentally off I left my heart on a frozen sidewalk Kicked around

Nerve endings mutiny Put a rock into my brain I feel almost everything They're idiotic optimistic Rubbing salt into my wrist Till I feel almost nothing Could you really live in this house Could you ever live in a body Just chicken I guess Just chicke