Bombs And Beating Hearts. Other. Some Call It Hate. Zeneszám

Heart when we went looking behind the mini mart.
we traveled far and it hurt our feet.
we tipped over a tub filled with grease from some meat.
we found a huge board sliding rail.
i tried to gring it, but I had to bail.
we're all hopeless romatics, enemies of the state (heyheyhey),
driven by love, but some call it hate