The Ballad of Nancy Thompson

Somethings can be forgiven And somethings not at all What brings us all together tears us apart I used to sleep so soundly But now it's not at all I'm haunted by my dreams from burns and scars So go on wake me if I'm dreaming Or else I won't wake up at all So turn your fingers into razors Cause just like god I've had enough Consume me in my bed I smell a fire burning My friends out dancing on the ceiling With sweaters made from green and red Heart of gold she'll soon be dead In the end I blame this town Mangled torn and left worn down One two he's coming for you Three four I locked my door Five six my crucifix don't work no more Seven eight I stayed up late and Nine ten I failed again This time I'll dream right to the very end So go on wake me if I'm dreaming Or else I won't wake up at all So turn your fingers into razors Cause just like god I've had enough Consume me in my bed I smell a fire burning My friends out dancing on the ceiling With sweaters made from green and red Heart of gold she'll soon be dead In the end I blame this town Mangled torn and left worn down