Start at the line
Now we're really really racing
Stepping off thrones, clipping the knees
All that flesh and blood
The real thing
I can see the sun
Going down so rapidly
Fever [?]
Down below Lincoln St
I believe deeply
In decency (in decency)
And when I'm conscious, I am cursed
Like teeth the size of pick-up trucks
All that flesh and blood
The real thing
And when you die
I wanna die, I wanna die with you
And lay us down for good /x2
[?] tone down that symphony
I need something warm
A light jet blast
Cool breeze, cool G
I'm having no hard time
Remembering what's important to me
(x3)
A lifetime just waiting around
For moments like these
(x2)
And when you die
I wanna die, I wanna die with you
And lay us down for good /x2
(x4)
All that flesh and blood
The real thing
