Vārdi: Anew. The Death Of Youth. Red Kisses, White Collars.

Red kisses on white collars
dressed to kill 'cause you're something special
strut your shit cause you know you've got something to show
shooting whiskey, pushing needles
won't be long 'til you're pushing up daisies
(this breakdown is a heartbreaker)
do your catwalk across their backs and out the door
live your life in heels and keep your morals in a purse
you can go kill another heart
you've always neglected right and wrong
but you don't concern me, so why am I concerned
you'll pay the price for your selfish life