[i]A wise man once said time is money
So much money did I lose to you honey?
I find it kinda funny
You wanna keep this feud running
But I'm glad I'm your mind
So keep that cannon fire coming, woah

Ok, right, let's fight in the late night
For a while, go wild, this is juvenile as skate night
You don't know how to play nice
My little Chiquita, señorita, Juanita
Apple of my eye
In the eye of the storm
Guns and bombs to keep us torn
Least your napalm will keep me warm
To your new boy let he be warned
You're her new toy for blood and gore

So this is war
Isn't that what love is for
Blood and gore
Is all I get for being yours
Two heathens ruled by demons
That sneak through the trenches in our hearts
Oh no, no, no, no
No surrender from the day we part
I'll be damned if I can't finish what I start[/i]