The Cross

I love the smell of burning bridges Can't help but bite the hand that feeds me I love to raise my middle finger It's become a habit I'm gonna keep But I'm calm I'm coolheaded But if I only could You know I Goddamn would NAIL YOU TO THE CROSS! NAIL YOU TO THE CROSS! NAIL YOU TO THE CROSS! NAIL YOU! Each time I see your face I get a headache Something about you makes me sick It's plain disgust that makes my hands shake Your face needs to make friends with my fist But I'm calm I'm coolheaded But if I only could You know I Goddamn would NAIL YOU TO THE CROSS! NAIL YOU TO THE CROSS! NAIL YOU TO THE CROSS! NAIL YOU!