Turn down the sonnets
Turn up the rockets
We’re all sinners now
Never fit in the mall life
Check-your-look-in-the-hall life
The teacher, the preacher
They love you until you’re down

Get used to it…
Suicide in stereo

Don’t wanna be a dead man walking
But i never make promises
Could be just the sunshine talking
But i don’t wanna hear about it when you put the
Bullets in the gun

Don’t kill your tv
Get with me and get free
Cause nothing else is true
Baby, can you see me?
On your borrowed flat screen
The shakers, the makers
They’ve had enough of you

I’m used to it…
Static on the stereo

I’ve never been a dead man walking
I never made promises
It could be the sunshine talking
And i don’t wanna know about it
When you put the bullet in the gun

And i’m too high to cry
And i’m too dumb to care
Yeah, i’m too high to cry

Don’t wanna be a dead man walking
But i’ll never make promises
Could be it’s just the sunshine talking
But i don’t want to hear about it
I don’t want to hear about it…