Here it is again;
It sounds so sweet
The way it's written,
That funky beat
I'm shining bright again,
Or so it seems
Just cause this river's wild
Don't mean it ain't deep
And being me's like being

Flowers on fire
Or the cat trapped in the dryer
I say "Call me a martyr",
But they just say liar
The ocean of emotion
And devotion and desire
Like fields of dreams
On the funeral pyre
Yeah

Red dress at a lover's grave
I'm bittersweet
Pretty face with a wicked smile
A wolf amidst the sheep
Halo framed by devil's horns
A pipebomb in the mail
You can't stand up against me,
And if you don't, I'll fail

Flowers on fire
Or the cat trapped in the dryer
I say "Call me a martyr",
But they just say liar
The ocean of emotion
And devotion and desire
Like fields of dreams
On the funeral pyre
Like
Flowers on fire
Or the cat trapped in the dryer
I say "Call me a martyr",
But they just say liar
The emotion of the ocean and
Devotion and desire
Like fields of dreams
On the funeral pyre
Yeah


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    General CommentThis is the new stuff, and I'm friggin' diggin' it.
    Basically, to quote Nacho Libre, eet sucks to be me righ' now.
    a_melancholy_soulon January 13, 2010   Link

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