1,2,3,4,5,6 killers with lightning in their guns...
1,2,3,4,5,6 killers and hips are for running...
When the cities have the same names that ring out in your head
Pictures are the poison darts and this is not a plea
A thousand mile pitchfork and another one got caught
Upwards to the heavens where another one gets off

What we got here and what we didn't know here now
A burning question that can filter through our eyes
We're high school sweethearts tied by light and sound
Disconnected party song, dragons on the boulevard high

Every light on the street has a story
Every street and their story the same
You were born, they put roses in windows
You were born, holding windows as eyes
It's about burning questions
Holding books, holding questions as spines

And its been a mighty long time since the business left town
A burning question that can filter through our eyes
We're high school sweethearts tied by light and sound
Disconnected party song, dragons on the boulevard high.

Dog eats the man, man eats the dog
These are the facts, live in your chicken shit house
'Cause I was there, and I looked for you
But these are the ways I react clawing out of a:
But these are the ways I react clawing out of a:

What we got here and what we didn't know here now
A burning question that can filter through our eyes
We're high school sweethearts tied by light and sound
Disconnected party song, dragons on the boulevard high

I never had any courage, outrageous faith without asking...