Bow Ties On Dead Guys (Rough 'Re-imagining')

I might not be a saint but if you're looking for a freak,
To light an effigy outside your gates, well,
I guess I could be weirdo of the week.
Is it such a sin to indulge, my
Wicked Ways won't flaunt your woes,
And if you feel that Social Friction,
It's 'cause you put your faith in fiction.

So kick and scream all you want,
And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah,
We'll see who's laughing in the end.

If you're trying to break me down, then go ahead!
I've got some time I can waste,
You haters go hating 'cause I've got the patience,
And a song I can sing at your wake.

I won't let your dirty hands beat me!
Get off of me,
Fuck you!
Keep screaming punk, I'll bet this chainsaw can cut through.
Whoops! I guess I should've known better than ever letting
Anyone see my true face!

So kick and scream all you want,
And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah,
We'll see who's laughing in the end.
Light up the funeral pyres,
'Cause you know what you get when you play with fire,
We'll see who's laughing,
Laughing, yeah.

I can't hold on,
Your fingers are gripping me too tight.
It won't be long,
I think that I'm losing the fight.
I can't hold on,
Your fingers are gripping me too tight!
It might be wrong,
So why does it feel so right?

So kick and scream all you want,
And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah,
We'll see who's laughing in the end.
Light up the funeral pyres,
'Cause you know what you get when you play with fire,
We'll see who's laughing in the end,
{We'll see!}
Yeah,
We'll see,
Who's laughing in the end.