Mark Lanegan - Bombed Lyrics
Love there are flowers hanging in the vineSo high you cannot seeNow my mind must go on holiday, torn from it's hook, a broken valentineI see the smoke from a revolver, will I get hit, I hardly careWhen I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegumAnd look too long straight at the morning sunLove there are flowers along the avenue, all things perfectly in placeI build a shrineI set a monumentBecause you're fireBecause you're a fire escape