[Say you want it. Say you need it. Come and get it 'cause we love the shame] Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
(c)