Cynthia

Why are you always screaming?

Tell your lies 

Nobody believes you

Think this through

Are you sure you want this?

Are you sure you want to end on a violent note?

I know I do

Just sit still

I got a girl

She's out of this world

Yea she's electric

With disco curls

So bring your close friends 

And party down

We've got a nice place 

Come drink a round

Sour? Saint? Sour!

Cynthia 

Come closer

I've always been a sucker for those vicious eyes

Now dim the house lights 

And settle in for the show

The fourth floor looks just like a theatre

Now we're ready to go 

see the angel with the cut wings

Lying on the pavement 

Bleeding from the landing

Choking on her own teeth


(Thanks to Nathan for these lyrics)