She`s My Rushmore — текст песни (Every Time I Die)

Cut your broke lines, broke your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign. Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young. Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.

Thank you lord:
1) For this oil slick.
2) For her car wreck.
3) For I`m lovesick.

Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried his resolve. And when you thought we were done for, I pulled through. While you rested your eyes in the drivers seat, I sat and watched you. Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream. Trust me. We`ll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes till we`re over it, under it screaming like bombs for it. Oh dear me, I`ve done it again.

Thank you lord:
4) For the loaded gun.
5) For the bad aim.
6) For I`m lonesome.

God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.

P.S. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.