The Young Werewolves
dead end friend
Another pretty face
Smashinâ to the ground
Destructionâs always fun
When you wonât be found
I just wanna see the truth
The look on your face
The sight of your hate
I donât know how to explain
Just how much I love your pain
Now that youâre already gone
To become one with the fun
Dream no more my dead end friend
Should have know that this would end
Iâm sick to death
Of hearinâ things
About what tomorrowsâ bring
Stallinâ here
Just wastinâ time
Donât you know
Life ainât no crime
Gimme what I want
Gimme what I need
Watch you lose your soul
I leave you to bleed