Punch in the Face

Burning a bridge
Is easy to do
And all that you need
Is a light and gasoline

A punch in the face
And your warm embrace
Are carrying me
To an earlier grave

You laugh, I think I'm gonna be sick now
I'm sick now

Don't tell me you're not
In love with the thought
Of smashing my face
Like an egg with a pan

A splattering mess
And you pause to undress
And sleep with a gun
Who will buy you no roses

But I hate your selfish ways
Of making me move on