Pierce The Veil

I'd Rather Die Than Be Famous

(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
Come on Holly, put the gun down for me 
(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
You love money and the sex in your veins 
(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
They're trying to take it from us 
They're trying to take it from us 
(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
You're so pretty when you dress for the grave 

Love me as you lay 
Dizzy and falling, your legs dangling 
Although accidents happen 
They happen to me 
Try to forget the beginning and end 

Forget the world
Without removing the glass from your lips 

(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
You love money and the sex in your veins 
(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
They're trying to take it from us 
They're trying to take it from us 
(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
The sun's coming up and we're still awake

Am I the trigger of your gun?
Your pretty eyes don't give me much choice but 
I'll take them home 
I've done some thinking of my own 
And when I come home, I want to be done 
Don't want to be famous no more

Leave that girl alone

My teenage heart-attack keeps talking back 
Keeps talking back to her 
And I can't pretend that off this balcony 
We wouldn't want to jump off of it 
And put an end to this

(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
You love money and the sex in your veins 
(Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)

Yeah!
Doll up and sleep walk 
Until we have some teeth marks 
Narcotic sweet talk 
Until we have some teeth marks 
This whole place is gonna burn