It's A Metaphor, Fool - Say Anything

Sixteen names on my list

But none of them could ever get me hot like this, yeah!

Got your scars on my wrist

You’re safe inside my fist

Now let the fun begin!

Sing!

All you are to me is dead skin

Flaking off my hand onto the pavement

All you are to me is dead skin

Breaking up my band won’t bring you payment

Whoa, oh, oh

Love like no other

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

We told your mother

Whoa, oh, oh

Love like no other

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

We told your mother

So here’s the plan

You’re giving in to every sick demand

Buying the band our own apartment

Here is your past

Flashing forward out to whip your ass

Into the form adorned when you were born

Whoa, oh, oh

Love like no other

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

We told your mother

Whoa, oh, oh

Love like no other

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

We told your mother, baby boy

All you are to me is dead

All you are to me is dead

All you are to me is dead skin

All you are to me is dead

Sixteen bullets split your head

All you are to me is dead skin

All you are to me is dead

All you are to me is dead

All you are to me is dead skin

All you are to me is dead

Sixteen bullets split your head

All you are to me is dead skin