Letras:
Strike Anywhere You Re Fired

In these days our crimes are paid by our wasted sweat on the kiling maze with freedom stains upon your hands what do you do for a living ? and how does

In these days our crimes are paid by our wasted sweat on the kiling maze with freedom stains upon your hands what do you do for a living ? and how does

what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been

the trust torn apart in this life we teach them to remember We are the fire in the eyes of the young population once fallen asleep soon to rise to the occasion you

be heard anywhere, We won't blow out, Like a candle in the wind. I see you move, It's like memories repeating on me, Under these fiery skies, You're