Bootleg Suicide Presents: The Death of James Dean Lyrics

I swear it on my life we're as peachy as a pear

I swear

Our venom is sterile

We put daisies in our barrels

We're over the moon

We're walking on air

It's an answered prayer

By the grace of God and the gates of Paul

I can taste your salt and you see my light

I think we'll be alright

we're done being dickheads

Thank God, we're better

Two arrogant pricks walked to the alter

To the hands of the potter

Our contract was torn into two, we have grace now,

It feels brand new

I walked by faith, you can walk by sight

Step into the light

It's an answered prayer

By the grace of God and the gates of Paul

I can taste your salt and you see my light

I think we'll be alright

We're done being dickheads

Thank God, we're better

The war is over, we have grace now

I talk

You talk

He breathes

Now

Things are Changed