Testo Romance Is Dead

these guitars won't stay in tune
these fists are raised against you
these words refuse to rhyme
these kids won't stay in line tonight
black eyes, white lies
tight pants and pinstriped nights
blood on our hands,
price on our heads who says romance is dead?
you think our days are numbered
you think we won't resist you?
your lies are dipped in gold
the kids won't do what we're told tonight