Bow Ties On Dead Guys

I might not be a saint But if you're looking for a freak, To light an effigy outside your gates, Well, I guess I could be weirdo of the week, Is it such a sin to indulge? My wicked ways won't flaunt your woes, But if you feel that social friction It's cause you put your faith in fiction So kick and scream all you want, And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah We'll see who's laughing in the end If you're trying to break me down then go ahead, I've got some time I can waste, You haters go hating cause I've got the patience And a song I can sing at your wake, I won't let your dirty hands beat me, "Get off of me, fuck you!" Keep screaming punk I'll bet this chainsaw can cut through Whoops! I guess I should have known better Than ever letting anyone see my true face, yeah So kick and scream all you want, And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah We'll see who's laughing in the e-nd Light up the funeral pyre, Cm? Cause you know what you get when you play with fire We'll see who's laughing in the end I can't hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight, It won't be long, I think that I'm losing the fight I can't hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight, (No coming back from the dead, we're just ghosts in the end) I might be wrong, so why does it feels so right? So kick and scream all you want, And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah We'll see who's laughing in the e-nd Light up the funeral pyre, Cm? Cause you know what you get when you play with fire We'll see who's laughing in the end (We'll see, oh oh oh) We'll see who's laughing in the end