Our ladies on fire, burning slow
Saints and the liars, they both froze
Dinners been canceled, meals gone cold
Oh hallelujah, The words been told
Great stories of the century
Are falling onto the page
Oh who cares its a mystery
But oh it's all of the rage
Hand on the bible through the smoke
Our lady is dying, but she's not broke
Great stories of the century
Are falling onto the page
Oh who cares its a mystery
But oh it's all of the rage
Great stories of the century
Are crawling onto the page
And they're lonely as they could be
But oh it's all of the rage
It's all of the rage