Firing Squad

Epicure

One last cigarette

One last fading dream

One set of tracks into the sea

Footsteps off the balcony



Preacher I believe

In your shock therapy

I once was blind but now I see

Everything so clearly



And I'm breathing through my soul

And I'm breathing through it all

And I'm breathing through my soul



The firing squad will let you rest you head

Pucker up honey, any last requests?

I'll be breathing through my soul

Fuck it up, the romance ain't dead

Pucker up honey any last requests?

I'll be breathing through my soul



One last cigarette

One last fading dream

One set of tracks into the sea

Footsteps off the balcony



And preacher I believe

In your shock therapy

I once was blind but now I see

Everything so clearly



And I'm breathing through my soul

And I'm breathing through it all

And I'm breathing through my soul



The firing squad will let you rest you head

Pucker up honey, any last requests?

I'll be breathing through my soul

Fuck it up, the romance ain't dead

Pucker up honey any last requests?

I'll be breathing through my soul



(Breathing through my soul

Breathing through my soul

Breathing through my soul)