| Lyrics: | Close up camera onernThe hero sings in this scenernThe boy that gets the girl gets to go home where they get marriedrnBut stop the tape, rnThe sunset still looks fake to mernThe hero looks like he can\'t breathernThe damsel just left everythingrnrnYou\'re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworksrnAnd you\'re gonna burn the city down right nowrnWhoa whoa, yeahrnYou\'re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworksrnAnd you\'re gonna burn the city down right nowrnWhoa whoarnrnOh close up camera twornCause the hero dies in this scenernYour inspiration is the loss of absolutely everythingrnAnd flashback on the girlrnAs we montage every memoryrnAnd we bleed out in the bathroom sinkrnAnd we fade out as the soundtrack sings:rnrnYou\'re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworksrnAnd you\'re gonna burn the city down right nowrnWhoa whoa, yeahrnYou\'re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworksrnAnd you\'re gonna burn the city down right nowrnWhoa whoarnrnShe said get your hands off of my starrnIt\'s not your part but all your faultrnAnd this jealous actress has a habit of making things sound way too tragicrnGet your hands off of my starrnIt\'s not your part but all your faultrnAnd this jealous actress has a habit of making things sound way too tragicrnrnAnd this jealous actress has a habitrnOf making things sound way too tragicrnOh this jealous actress has a habitrnOf making things sound way too tragic.rnrnYou\'re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworksrnYou\'re gonna burn the city down right nowrnWhoa whoarnrnYou\'re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworksrnAnd you\'re gonna burn the city down right nowrnWhoa whoa, oh my godrnYou\'re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworksrnAnd you\'re gonna burn the city down right nowrnWhoa whoa-ahhrnrnAnd this jealous actress has a habitrnWhoarnrn |
