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 pin-striped nights.
Blood on our hands, price on our heads...who says romance is dead?
You think our days our numbered.
You think we won´t resist you?
Your lies are dipped in gold.
The kids won´t don´t what we´re told tonight.