The Kennedy Curse - Alexisonfire

Take this blood from my veins

And paint me a masterpiece of a parade

A parade of the dead sun

Bang, bang

Writing

(Writing this letter to you)

This letter to you

(I slice my wrists)

Kill their leader

(By way of paper scars and pictures frames)

And watch his family die

(Of all you left behind)

Family die

Last man, last man standing is a joke

In spite of the

(When white)

Glorious head shots

(Bleeds into red)

Head shots and 8 by 10s

(When white)

In exchange for your conspiracy

(Bleeds into red)

(When white)

We’ll give thanks

(Bleeds into red)

Stop and you’ll decide

(When white)

Decide if you can

(Bleeds into red)

Then the name won’t exist

Set him on death row

Go on, let this happen

That, that’s all, that you get

That’s all you get, that’s all you get, fuck

(In, in the the ground, in the ground

In the ground, in the ground, the ground)

Put the dead Kennedy in the ground

In the ground, in the ground

The name does not live on

Not live on