Grass is green and it's always sunny Hands so bloody, tastes like honey I'm finding it hard to leave Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands

'Cause it's all that I want And I want to be free I got Satan riding next to me 'Cause we're all bloody freaks And we'll give you the creeps Chasing fireflies and zeroes Concrete dream (hey) I'm gonna make a scene, radio Caught burning gasoline, sleeping