Vic the Butcher (Live At Wiltern Theater, Los Angeles, CA 02/22/13) - Coheed and Cambria

You made this harder than it had to be

The absolute martyr, etching into me

You flashed your colors at me way prematurely

And now I know what you're up to, and it feels so good

It's right

We've got your number written

Reset the system screaming

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now

These sitting ducks in season

The march of little children

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now

The truth will cut you down to pieces

One-eighty-four, let's burn it down

And if I can't keep from living with this regret

I'll need to change the way I think about us

I listened to them chuckle as they eat

Their judgment hiding behind eyes and dirty teeth

You think I care for all these phony pleasantries

When I want nothing to do with, I want nothing to do with your life

We've got your number written

Reset the system screaming

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now

These sitting ducks in season

The march of little children

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now

The truth will cut you down to pieces

One-eighty-four, let's burn it down

And if I can't keep from living with this regret

I'll need to change the way I think about us

Bye, bye, bye

Baby I'm bad company,

And you don't have a mark

You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen

Come with me, I want to make you dirty

This will cut you down to pieces

One-eighty-four, let's burn it down

And if I can't keep from living with this regret

I'll need to change the way I think

Hang your secrets, hang 'em up, hang 'em up now...