Who you choose to love
Who you choose to love
It could get you killed
Now you're lying in the field
Shanda, Shanda, Shanda
Ooo, charred
Ooo, scarred
Bleeding out onto the grass
Struggling, swallow the gasoline
Up in flames, crying and maimed
Dazed and paralyzed
Is it the end yet
Oh, I hope you die soon
I'd kill you myself, if I could
Oh, I hope you die soon
You're lying in the field, you're lying in the field
Don't be afraid
They're just girls, won't you run away
Run away
You're lying in the field, you're lying in the field
Run away, run away
Run, run