"don't do it"'s become nothing more than a slogan
  i killed with you, helped you cover it up
  extremism works, but it's never enough
  my hand got burned, yours got shot
  the red ribbon in my hair means a lot
  i ain't goin' to hell with you
  disappear on my q
  it ain't over till the fat lady wheels
  i could never understand your deals
  flaked out on me before the prom
  remember you by the scar on my palm