but I don't mind, it's what makes you you,
and you're a flame flick away, from burnin yourself',
but we're not scared, you always bounce back...
yeah, so...
promise me, if we both die violently,
that the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony,
and i'm a mile away, from never turnin' around,
and livin' my life, rollin' on gas fumes,
and i'm a second away, from the record time,
four days spent, waiting in line...
yeah, so...
bury me, with my giant screen TV,
it's the only thing that's been faithful to me...
ryan smokes these days, and kev sleeps 'til four, and bob's still superman,
climbin' buildings oh...
ryan shaved his beard, and kev shaved his too, and bob's still on the phone...
so promise me, if we both die violently,
that the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony...
and promise me, if we both live in infamy,
that our statues will cast a shadow on our city...