Burnt Cigarettes
Old broken Lamp
That velvet dress

Your last high-school dance

In from the cold

Out from the night
She told the world
how she wants to die


There is nothing
To call your own


(HEY)
So let them listen

(HEY)
So let them gather round
We have all been bitten

Branded pound for pound

Your useless case

My broken bell
Your painting up that old wishing well


There was no truth
To set you free
nothing amazing, a false prophecy


There is nothing
To call your own


(HEY)
So let them listen

(HEY)
So let them gather round
We have all been bitten

Branded pound for pound

It's an empty highway

And we've travelled very long
There is nowhere to go
Now we're on our own


Branded
Branded

Branded
Branded


It's an empty highway
and we've travelled very long
There is nowhere to go

Now we're on our own

(HEY)

So let them listen
(HEY)
So let them gather round

We have all been bitten
Branded pound for pound


It's an empty highway
and we've travelled very long
There is nowhere to go

Now we're on our own

Branded

Branded
Branded
Branded