How many times have our heroes turned to ghosts
While our monsters were just broken down sedans
On the side of a city street, they only need gas and some hope
To get back on the road while the ghosts have all fled
The rose blossoms have left my eyes
Our icons have all gone and calcified
You tried to eat me on primetime TV
Truth be told, I'd be much sweeter if you weren't so bitter, bitter in my eyes
How many times have we praised backstabbers in black tie
How many of our neighbors have been opened wide
Cracked open to use all the treasure found inside
Splayed for the world at the hands of those we idolize
The rose blossoms have left my eyes
Our icons have all gone and calcified
You tried to eat me on primetime TV
Truth be told, I'd be much sweeter if you weren't so bitter, bitter in my eyes
And I can't seem to wash this bitter taste out my mouth
I might resort to cutting my own tongue out
God forbid I find a sturdy rock to stand upon
To take the place of the flowers I used to dream of
The rose blossoms have left my eyes
Our icons have all gone and calcified
You tried to eat me on primetime TV
Truth be told, I'd be much sweeter if you weren't so bitter, bitter in eyes