I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight,
I lied, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time.
Just give us war, worn lipstick by the door if I inflame.
These eyes, have had too much to drink again tonight,
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light.
Just give us war, war, I've been calling you all week,
For my,
Shotgun!
Pick up the phone!
Pick up the phone, fucker!
I wanna see what you're insides look like,
I bet you're not so fuckin pretty on the inside!
I wanna see what you're insides look like,
I wanna see 'em.
Well you don't say,
And well I can explain what happened to my face,
Late last night,
I'm sleepin next to pools in vacant alleyways.
And what I'm goin through, shot lipgloss through my veins,
And well I can't complain,
With the falling rain.
C'mon!
I wanna save your heart!
I wanna see what your insides may be!
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