Dare

me

to

jump

off

of

this

Jersey

bridge

I

bet

you

never

had

a

Fri-

day

night

like

this

Keep

it

up,

keep

it

up,

let's

raise

our

hands

I

take

a

look

up

at

the

sky

and

I

see

Red

for

the

can-

cer,

red

for

the

weal-

thy

Red

for

the

drink

that's

mi-

xed

with

sui-

cide

E-

ve-

ry-

thing

red

Please,

won't

you

push

me

for

the

last

time

Let's

scream

un-

til

there's

no-

thing

left

So

sick

of

play-

ing,

I

don't

want

this

a-

ny-

more

The

thought

of

you's

no

fu-

cking

fun

You

want

a

mar-

tyr,

I'll

be

one

Be-

cause

e-

nough's

e-

nough,

we're

done

You

told

me

think

a-

bout

it,

well

I

did

Now

I

don't

wan-

na

feel

a

thing

a-

ny-

more

I'm

tired

of

beg-

ging

for

the

things

that

I

want

I'm

o-

ver

slee-

ping

like

a

dog

on

the

floor

Oh

The

thing

I

think

I

love

Will

sure-

ly

bring

me

pa-

in

In-

to-

xi-

ca-

tion,

pa-

ra-

no-

ia,

and

a

lot

of

fa-

me

Three

cheers

for

thro-

wing

up

Pu-

bes-

cent

dra-

ma

queen

You

make

me

sick,

I

make

it

worse

by

drin-

king

late

Scream

un-

til

there's

no-

thing

left

So

sick

of

play-

ing,

I

don't

want

to

a-

ny-

more

The

thought

of

you's

no

fu-

cking

fun

You

want

a

mar-

tyr

I'll

be

one

Be-

cause

e-

nough's

e-

nough,

we're

done

You

told

me

think

a-

bout

it,

well

I

did

Now

I

don't

wan-

na

feel

a

thing

a-

ny-

more

I'm

tired

of

beg-

ging

for

the

things

that

I

want

I'm

o-

ver

slee-

ping

like

a

dog

on

the

floor

I-

ma-

gine

li-

ving

like

a

king

some-

day

A

sin-

gle

night

with-

out

a

ghost

in

the

walls

And

if

the

bass

shakes

the

earth

un-

der-

ground

We'll

start

a

new

re-

volu-

tion

now

(Now!

Alright

here

we

go)

Hail

Ma-

ry,

for-

give

me

Blood

for

blood,

hearts

bea-

ting

Come

at

me,

now

this

is

war!

Fuck

with

this

new

beat

Oh!

Now

terror

begins

inside

a

bloodless

vein

I

was

just

a

product

of

the

street

youth

rage

Born

in

this

world

without

a

voice

or

say

Caught

in

the

spokes

with

an

abandoned

brain

I

know

you

well

but

this

ain't

a

game

Blow

the

smoke

in

dia-

mond

shape

Dy-

ing

is

a

gift

so

close

your

eyes

and

rest

in

peace

You

told

me

think

a-

bout

it,

well

I

did

Now

I

don't

wan-

na

feel

a

thing

a-

ny-

more

I'm

tired

of

beg-

ging

for

the

things

that

I

want

I'm

o-

ver

slee-

ping

like

a

dog

on

the

floor

I-

ma-

gine

li-

ving

like

a

king

some-

day

A

sin-

gle

night

with-

out

a

ghost

in

the

walls

We

are

the

sha-

dows

screa-

ming

take

us

now

We'd

ra-

ther

die

than

live

to

rust

on

the

ground

Shit