So who do you love?
Who do you trust?
When your friend's take a match to your front lawn.
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust? Who do you kill?
When your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
Hey, Peacock?
Yeah, what's that?
I just wanna know what that blood tasted like.
Was it sugar, and vinegar? Or Whiskey and Dirt?