I love the smell of burning books in the morning nIt’s a smell we’ve learned to love so wellnnNice guys finish lastnThey even wave the fuckers pastnnI love the smell of burning books in the morningnIt’s a smell we’ve learned to love so wellnnNice guys crash and burnnSome people never learnnnIt don’t faze menIt don’t amaze menLa petite mort nYeahnnLa petite mort as the day is dawningnStrewn with reluctant celebritiesnIn your life’s final draftnWho wrote your epitaph?