Bombs And Beating Hearts

Some Call It Hate
Heart when we went looking behind the mini mart. we traveled far and it hurt our feet. we tipped over a tub filled with grease from some meat. we found a huge board sliding rail. i tried to gring it, but I had to bail. we're all hopeless romatics, enemies of the state (heyheyhey), driven by love, but some call it hate From Letras Mania