Like the Hindenburg

One Beautiful Disaster.
That's all it takes to bring me down in flames.

Hey Whitehouse,
You are the push that started the domino rally.
You let the Saints take control of the bayou's mixing bowl.
Our French Swamp City needed your help,
But you put your hand into the desert,
And nobody wants you there anymore.
We know it's just to control Hell's Fruit Punch that all of our cars eat for breakfast.
You stone-faced liars only care about you, your interest and your race to the throne.
From what I see,
There's just no soul anymore.

Hey, Rah-Rah!
Though You know I care,
Don't let me in.
Emotional rollercoasters make me ill,
Yet I hang on for you.
I'm just chilled when you are struck cold.
One Beautiful Disaster brings me down,
Another plants me into the ground.
I'll never lose hope in you,
But as I see the world,
I feel there's just no love anymore.

I look around, what do I see?
Just pictures of what's fallen in a blaze of glory.
The band, the legacy, the heart, the dream.
There's just nothing anymore.