I’m a steamin’ son of a gun - Parachutes

could you please stand up and get your fists in front of me

this is the last dance you will have to dance

the last knife you will ever have to swallow

if this is the only way to show you a blood red dance floor

then I should take my hand to tear you down

how many hearts have you spread among to?

we forced to listen, listen like I am

how many hearts are still unbroken

but oh so guilty, guilty like I am

to be as broken as I am

where is your will to survive?

where is the impulse

that takes us to

the final cut

the final cut

the final cut