When love was king Once was a kingdom, far far away. Love was the rule of the day. Nothing more nothing less Than to give your friend your best. There's much more story that I could tell To make the hardest hearts swell. This is the story when love was

I don't want to leave you breathless This is the end of I spend my days looking through pages Trying to find a way to get away from me With love to give that leaves you breathless Now all I need to find a way back inside my mind When will you realize A

Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace

Just another day for where were you when Just another scrap for this vulture's pen Aftermath won't add up or end Death's the bestseller again This is what we want, you know how to get it Bring it on home, rub our faces in it Give us something shocking,

All we see is sky for forever We let the world pass by for forever And we talk and take in the view Two friends on a perfect day End of May or early June This picture-perfect afternoon we shared Drive the winding country road Grab a scoop at À La Mode

When these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks And I read about the afterlife I'm good to go My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

I am the chosen next in line Rip the souls, born to die Send to slaughter your mankind No reason for you to try Let me tell you to try What did you tell you Another day goes by Tell me why does So this is why

Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the

All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words There are days when sorrow seems never-ending Like the countless roads upon which I've driven The price