We're going head to head Can you handle it? I'm taking you down I'm the last man standing I'm bleeding till the last man's standing So get in where you fit in time to put in on the line Taking you down We live, we die

Your love, your love, love Why don't you give me your love? Your love, love, your love, your love Give me your love Your love, love So give me your love, I need it Give me your love, I need it, oh yeah, oh yeah Give me your heart, I'm bleeding Uh, uh,

Losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding 'Cause I'm losing my sight Losing my sight Nothing's alright

Everyone gather around for a show Watch as this man disappears as we know Do me a favor and try to ignore Him in bed late at night, he's petrified As you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor He wakes up early today Throws on a mask that will alter

I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

Yeah, she's doing it all the time And now she's doing it all the time The straight lines, they unwind you She does a little thing with her eyes that says, "We're off soon" She says the bleeding's incidental 'cause she's so cool She said, "I'm no fun if

The bleeding The screaming, was tearing me apart I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The beatings I remember when all the games began

You're strumming on my heart strings Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way, I'll pick your feet up off of the ground And never ever let you down Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now, And I'll never let you down I'm never gonna

Black tambourine Black hearts in effigy We sing a song that was hated All dressed in rag and bones Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding I know there's something wrong Might take a fire to kill it Might take a hurricane

I did what I did One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city