ترانه:
Fall Out Boy West Coast Smoker

Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope on pointlessness The bulls are sedated and this fight's fixed Don't feel bad for the suicidal cats Gotta

on lead Your eyes are black in my starlight I'm the last of my kind (And as always I'm not addicted to you) Fall upon this token as religion of my head

lead Your eyes are black in my starlight I'm the last of my kind (And as always I'm not addicted to you) Fall upon this token as religion of my head