Lyrics She's My Rushmore - Every Time I Die

She's My Rushmore

Cut your brake lines
Break your headlights
Waited for you at the stop sign
Disconnected iron lungs
Insurance fires
Our smothered young
Always the first one on the scene
A pyromaniac midsummer nights dream
Thank you lord:
1) for this oil slick
2) for her car wreck
3) for I’m lovesick
Heaven sent us a hero
But Hell tried his resolve
And when you thought we were done for
I pulled through
While you rested your eyes in the driver seat
I sat and watched you
Always the first one on the scene
A pyromaniac midsummer nights dream
Trust me
Trust me
(We'll wait for it, pray for it
Step on the brakes till we’re over it
Under it
Screaming like bombs for it
Oh dear me, I’ve done it again)
Thank you lord:
4) for the loaded gun
5) for the bad aim
6) for I’m lonesome
God is smiling down on us
He shines His grace on everyone
He shines His grace on everyone
The greatest lovers were murderers first
The greatest lovers were murderers first
The greatest lovers were murderers first