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We bury ourselves in our bottles We bury ourselves in our bibles And then you come around Singing how Rome is burning Why do you come around? It's all just a game Until he walks through the door Holding Death in his hand Then he lets it unfold Yesterday was the same Or was it the day before? I can't be sure... No, cause I can't Keep up with this shit anymore We bury ourselves in our bottles We bury ourselves in our bibles And then you come around Singing my house is burning Why do you come around? It's all just a game Save for your license to kill Yes, it's all just a game And I'll be your favorite thrill Letras de cancionesBut I played myself Too many times this year Yes, I played myself Too many times this year We bury ourselves in our bottles We bury ourselves in our bibles And then you come around Setting my house on fire Why do you come around? From Letras Mania