She's My Rushmore - Every Time I Die

Cut your brake lines

Break your headlights

Waited for you at the stop sign

Disconnected iron lungs

Insurance fires

Our smothered young

Always the first one on the scene

A pyromaniac midsummer nights dream

Thank you lord:

1) for this oil slick

2) for her car wreck

3) for I’m lovesick

Heaven sent us a hero

But Hell tried his resolve

And when you thought we were done for

I pulled through

While you rested your eyes in the driver seat

I sat and watched you

Always the first one on the scene

A pyromaniac midsummer nights dream

Trust me

Trust me

(We'll wait for it, pray for it

Step on the brakes till we’re over it

Under it

Screaming like bombs for it

Oh dear me, I’ve done it again)

Thank you lord:

4) for the loaded gun

5) for the bad aim

6) for I’m lonesome

God is smiling down on us

He shines His grace on everyone

He shines His grace on everyone

The greatest lovers were murderers first

The greatest lovers were murderers first

The greatest lovers were murderers first