Tekster:
Pretty Girls Make Graves Good Health

It's on, and the ghosts In the radio are signing along And they go ohhhh No stars out, just the city light Well nothing feels as good as the night Can

blue in the face Cause someone always wants to listen to hate It's just too bad you're so easy to ignore So oh no, oh no, Here comes the girl with the

All we are, all we are, all we are Is trying not to fall into line All we are, dealing with, what we got And trying not to fall into line

She said she'd like it to snow The same way it did in upstate New York He never liked it that cold And she said, and she said I never want to go home

m still uncertain Now it boils down to one big question Are we separated by five states, two countries, Or the next town over? Sad girls for life [x4] (