text: Theres something about the scent of gasoline;
  Its an addiction for the crime scene
  The way the light seems to shine on everything
  Right before the sirens sound
  Weve gone through this before
  And this is textbook manipulation, but darling, Ive
  But darling, Ive heard more convincing excuses from
  From red hands
  Its been a long night she said before I hit the lights
  This is passion where, where you least expect it
  A kind of beauty, a sickening concern
  This is passion where, where you least expect it
  A kind of beauty, a sickening concern
  And this is textbook manipulation, but darling, Ive
  But darling, Ive heard more convincing excuses from
  From red hands
  Ive fallen into open arms of a stretcher
  From a second story window
  Into the open arms
  Falling from a second story window
  Into the open arms of a stretcher
  Of a stretcher, of a stretcher