[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 thе present for the good timеs of the past
[Chorus]
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