666th Avenue

You can find me walking down the dark roads of 600

Yeah, I like that let's go

Yesterday I burned the final picture that I had of us

Hate to say in loving memory because there's not a thing I love, it sucks

So this will be the final thing I say to you before I hit the boulevard

And treat this like your funeral, I know you're not dead, but to me you are

I hope your spirit hits the only place that you deserve to go

So I can meet you when I get there

Kick your ass and let you know

You'll never get the chance again to lay your hands upon a child

I was two, nothing to lose and still you fucking knocked me down