flame from philly

This is not a joke but it sounds it from the start
A German and a Mexican walk into a bar
But they’re the same person, one girl with one heart
Made in east America underneath the stars
Flame from Philly
Don’t say that you don’t miss me
You can call me a coward I’d rather have names thrown at me
Oh
What’s wrong with me?
I got it hot for this hippie
Still you creep through the cracks in my walls like a burned out city
Love is war when it’s filthy
And I’m guilty
Peaches for cheap under coconut skin
I told myself it’s over gotta tell myself again
It’s hard to be forward when I’m always looking back
Am I trading th present for the good tims of the past
Flame from Philly
I know you’d rather die with me
You can call me a coward I’d rather have names thrown at me
Oh
What’s wrong with me?
I got it hot for this hippie
Still you creep through the cracks in my walls like a burned out city
Love is war when it’s filthy
And I’m guilty