This Is It

Dripping blood on your Sunday dress
So much baggage, a fucking mess
Day after day, a life on the ropes
No use waiting for any hope

You're just a waste of my breath
Hope you dig the flowers I won't send
This time baby, you can't leave
Pray to that god you'll never see

Burn
You're gonna scream when you burn
You're gonna scream when you burn
You're gonna fucking scream

Burn
You're gonna scream when you burn
You're gonna scream when you burn
You're gonna fucking scream

(It's funny that the how and why
Have become just as unimportant
And just as misleading as the where and when
I've grown bored chasing after the hills
As they clamor up to the sky
This city's diseased
It keeps going
It keeps unfolding
And I control them all
This is it)

Burn
You're gonna scream when you burn
You're gonna scream when you burn
You're gonna fucking scream

Burn
You're gonna scream when you burn
You're gonna scream when you burn
You're gonna fucking scream



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Livingston, Mack David
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