Текст:
Friday night make-up's runnin' down your face
Hanging on with your hands around my waist now
Tattoo the scars so we don't forget the hate
With my head on your heart and your hair on my pillow
You and me babe, with our kamikaze ways
They tell us we're forsaken time and time again
But we know they're shaking, yeah they should be condemned
We are