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Who made this mess We once called home? Sins of the flesh Are not sinned alone Invite the "our sin"-ist For incendiary fun Where there's smoke there are cigarettes And blindfolds and guns The house was on fire As the victim screamed While her hands were tied As he barely breathed We had it all, that's what they'll say We did not seize, we stole the day Now there we are, punk rock clichés We knew the risks We played the game With our own rules We fanned the flames Punk rock clichés Her lies success- -ful as a lie can be Those who need to blur the truth Believe lies set you free Enter the arsonist SongtexteWhen the fire began Trust can burn like the Hindenburg And one gasoline can We had it all, gave it away The peruvincent price we have to pay When we licked clean the silver tray Why did our home burn down so fast? Castles of stone are supposed to last Why can't I get passed through the past? We knew the odds We placed the bets If you play the domme-con There's no regret In punk rock roulette 'Cause when I watched It all crumble away I realized the walls we built Were just papier-mâché How punk rock cliché Aus Songtexte Mania