Dead on Broadway

Substance D

Dead on Broadway


Why did the whole thing have to fall on us to open our eyes? 
Well make but your heads still small. 
My destinations going nowhere 
to odds so that is fair 
I put in too much to fall 

This calls for blood 
this calls for scars 
This calls for no reaction 
this calls for smoke 
Light a match and therell be magic. 

When shes high above the ground 
her loves distinguished 
Theres no place for her to go 
with out comparison of her in the nearest girl around 
she wants to burn this town to leave us all to drown 
(how can I hide this pain, 
theres no place theres no pain at all so 
hurry up now hurry nail me to the wall.

This calls for blood 
this calls for scars 
This calls for no reaction 
this calls for smoke 
Light a match and therell be magic.