♪ ♪ Your love tells a story, baby ♪ ♪ I've been reading between the lines lately ♪ ♪ First base done, rip it out and roll it up ♪ ♪ Burning like a cell, falling down, beauty up ♪ ♪ Always seem to love the things that kill me ♪ ♪ Take your sticks and stones, cause they don't break me ♪ ♪ Leave your guns at home, this ain't no western, baby ♪ ♪ I'm gonna die while you're suicidal ♪ ♪ Fly down to Cleveland, baby ♪ ♪ You look up and say, Joe, who's gonna be the one to save me? ♪ ♪ I'm going down to Rock City, ain't nobody gonna miss me ♪ ♪ Cause everybody thinks I'm crazy ♪ ♪ Always seem to love the things that kill me ♪ ♪ Take your sticks and stones, cause they don't break me ♪ ♪ Leave your guns at home, this ain't no western, baby ♪ ♪ I'm gonna die while you're suicidal ♪ ♪ Take your sticks and stones, cause they don't break me ♪ ♪ Leave your guns at home, this ain't no western, baby ♪ ♪ I'm gonna die while you're suicidal ♪ ♪ Take your sticks and stones, cause they don't break me ♪ ♪ Leave your guns at home, this ain't no western, baby ♪ ♪ I'm gonna die while you're suicidal ♪ ♪ Take your sticks and stones, cause they don't break me ♪ ♪ Leave your guns at home, this ain't no western, baby ♪ ♪ I'm gonna die while you're suicidal ♪