Let's make something clear
We're all recording this as it happens
Those diamond bullets, storefront blood bank
Splinters and stained glass

We don't need to move a single prayer bone
Dodge burn so loud and so low
We don't need to move a single prayer bone
Hi-def is still life

So what's a nice place like this
Doing 'round people like us?
So what's a nice place like this
Doing 'round people like us?

We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We'll burn it down, burn it down
They won't even recognize your corpse

The world was stripped of its superficial surfaces
We don't intend to just eat the street
The asphalt is the good meat

We will sleep on the skin of its nightmares
We will sleep on the skin of its nightmares
Time to just kill this crowd
Scream as fucking loud

We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We'll burn it down, burn it down
They won't even recognize your corpse

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire away
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire away
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire away
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire away

I love the sound of shells
Hitting the ground, man
I love the sound of shells
Hitting the ground, I love it

I love the sound of shells
Hitting the ground, man
I love the sound of shells
Hitting the ground, I love it
I love it

Fire, fire, fire away
Fire fire fire away
Fire fire fire, fire fire fire
Fire fire fire, fire fire fire, fire fire fire

We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We'll burn it down, burn it down
They won't even recognize your corpse

We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live
We know where you fucking live

So what's a nice place like this
Doing 'round people like us?
So what's a nice place like this
Doing 'round people like us?

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Writer(s): Brian Hugh Warner, Tyler Lee Bates