The Line

Throw your best friend into the fire
Then spit them into the grave
Round and round
They're twisting that screw
Feel it turning inside

You break our backs in the fight
Press your fingers into our eyes
Round and round you're twisting that screw
Feel it turning inside

Come inside
We're alright
We just built a lovely fire
Close your eyes
Now put your hand in mine

Throw your best friend into the fire
Then spit them into the grave
Round and round their twisting that screw
Feel it turning inside
They'll throw you into that fire
They'll spit you into the grave
Don't shake that hand
It's a lie it's a lie

Come inside, we're alright
We just built a lovely fire
Close your eyes
Now put your hand in mine
Stay inside, you're alright
Let us keep you one more night
Shut your mouth
Just put your hand in mine, mine, mine

You're worth pennies now mark
On the line, mine, mine, all mine
Pull your best friend out of the fire
And lift them out of the grave
No more round and round
No more twisting your screwed
Now it's turning in you
Now it's turning in you
Now it's turning in



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Kyle Weaver, Evan Winfield Diprima, Melanie Jane Parsons
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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