| Song | Gravemakers & Gunslingers |
| Artist | Coheed and Cambria |
| Album | Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 2: No World for Tomorrow |
| So draw, little piggy, better watch out for number one. | |
| (I fear there’s a bad wind blowing through there) | |
| You better put up the shutters cause Lord knows | |
| Now I ain’t stoppin’ ‘till the worst gets alive. | |
| Little strutter don’t you creep out that fuckin’ rut. | |
| (It’s best that you don’t go walking through there) | |
| Now please a don‘t bother knockin’ | |
| Cause God knows I ain’t now stopping ‘till you breathe none. | |
| Hey! | |
| What I miss? | |
| We‘re one and the same. | |
| Just give it the push while I kick-start | |
| (There’s just no time for this) | |
| Come on! Its just the hurt I’m looking for | |
| I don’t wanna live no more | |
| You’ve got the gun, I’ve got the bullets. | |
| Don’t wanna live no more | |
| Oh baby, be my lover | |
| Go on and pull that trigger! | |
| You’re the sin of this city, now repent for the wrong you’ve done. | |
| (I’m not sorry for this, not sorry at all) | |
| You’re a snake under cover | |
| No room for another just these bad motherfuckers. | |
| Leave a long trail of nothing, little bad boy with gun in hand. | |
| (Its best that you don’t go walking through there) | |
| Now please a come boy a poppin’ | |
| Cause God knows I ain’t now stopping ‘till you breathe none. | |
| Hey! | |
| What I miss? | |
| We‘re one and the same. | |
| Just give it the push while I kick-start | |
| (There’s just no time for this) | |
| Come on! Its just the hurt I’m looking for | |
| I don’t wanna live no more | |
| You’ve got the gun, I’ve got the bullets. | |
| Don’t wanna live no more | |
| Oh baby, be my lover | |
| Go on and pull that trigger! | |
| Let flood out the weasel’s hole, (Oh, Christ will you bury my body?) | |
| To choke out all the lies it’s told, (Oh, Christ will you bury my body?) | |
| With time, hope the hurt gets old, (Oh, Christ will you bury my body?) | |
| Let’s fuck out the weasel’s hole, (Oh, Christ will you bury my body?) | |
| We’ll keep marching to the top of this tower. | |
| As God isn’t at home. No. | |
| There’s nothing in the way that could stop us, | |
| It’s your time to go. | |
| Hey! | |
| What I miss? | |
| We‘re one and the same. | |
| Just give it the push while I kick-start | |
| (There’s just no time for this) | |
| Come on! Its just the hurt I’m looking for | |
| I don’t wanna live no more | |
| You’ve got the gun, I’ve got the bullets. | |
| Don’t wanna live no more | |
| Oh baby, be my lover | |
| Go on and pull that trigger! | |
| I don’t wanna live no more, | |
| Go on and pull that trigger! | |
| Don’t wanna live no more, | |
| Be my lover go on and pull that trigger! |
| So draw, little piggy, better watch out for number one. | |
| I fear there' s a bad wind blowing through there | |
| You better put up the shutters cause Lord knows | |
| Now I ain' t stoppin' ' till the worst gets alive. | |
| Little strutter don' t you creep out that fuckin' rut. | |
| It' s best that you don' t go walking through there | |
| Now please a don' t bother knockin' | |
| Cause God knows I ain' t now stopping ' till you breathe none. | |
| Hey! | |
| What I miss? | |
| We' re one and the same. | |
| Just give it the push while I kickstart | |
| There' s just no time for this | |
| Come on! Its just the hurt I' m looking for | |
| I don' t wanna live no more | |
| You' ve got the gun, I' ve got the bullets. | |
| Don' t wanna live no more | |
| Oh baby, be my lover | |
| Go on and pull that trigger! | |
| You' re the sin of this city, now repent for the wrong you' ve done. | |
| I' m not sorry for this, not sorry at all | |
| You' re a snake under cover | |
| No room for another just these bad motherfuckers. | |
| Leave a long trail of nothing, little bad boy with gun in hand. | |
| Its best that you don' t go walking through there | |
| Now please a come boy a poppin' | |
| Cause God knows I ain' t now stopping ' till you breathe none. | |
| Hey! | |
| What I miss? | |
| We' re one and the same. | |
| Just give it the push while I kickstart | |
| There' s just no time for this | |
| Come on! Its just the hurt I' m looking for | |
| I don' t wanna live no more | |
| You' ve got the gun, I' ve got the bullets. | |
| Don' t wanna live no more | |
| Oh baby, be my lover | |
| Go on and pull that trigger! | |
| Let flood out the weasel' s hole, Oh, Christ will you bury my body? | |
| To choke out all the lies it' s told, Oh, Christ will you bury my body? | |
| With time, hope the hurt gets old, Oh, Christ will you bury my body? | |
| Let' s fuck out the weasel' s hole, Oh, Christ will you bury my body? | |
| We' ll keep marching to the top of this tower. | |
| As God isn' t at home. No. | |
| There' s nothing in the way that could stop us, | |
| It' s your time to go. | |
| Hey! | |
| What I miss? | |
| We' re one and the same. | |
| Just give it the push while I kickstart | |
| There' s just no time for this | |
| Come on! Its just the hurt I' m looking for | |
| I don' t wanna live no more | |
| You' ve got the gun, I' ve got the bullets. | |
| Don' t wanna live no more | |
| Oh baby, be my lover | |
| Go on and pull that trigger! | |
| I don' t wanna live no more, | |
| Go on and pull that trigger! | |
| Don' t wanna live no more, | |
| Be my lover go on and pull that trigger! |