Lyrics: Don't give a I'm egoist The apple falls far from the tree They're throwing kitchen sinks I smell the lies I hear the sighs I spit out teeth into your hands And I don't understand When we hear the bells When we hear the bells When we hear the bells, we all know we're going to hell This isn't love, it's anarchy With a kiss and a crutch My lips spit up sweet things Only like me when I'm stuck in your head Only bite me when I'm dead My lines get fluffed Don't give a The blood is warm upon my skin Dizzy with endorphins Don't let me breathe Or I might think These frays of friction sickening Intoxicating me When we hear the bell When we hear the bell When we hear the bell, we all know we're going to hell This isn't love, it's anarchy With a kiss and a crutch My lips spit up sweet things Only like me when I'm in your head Only bite me when (Yeah!) This isn't love, it's anarchy With a kiss and a crutch My lips spit up sweet things Only like me when I'm in your head Only bite me when I'm dead When we hear the bell When we hear the bell When we hear the bell, we all know we're going to hell This isn't love, it's anarchy With a kiss and a crutch My lips spit up sweet things Only like me when I'm stuck in your head Only bite me when I'm dead This isn't love, it's anarchy With a kiss and a crutch My lips spit up sweet things Only like me when I'm stuck in your head Only bite me when I'm dead
