Heartbreak on the TV, sixteen with a needle
Why not make it legal, dirt under the rug
Blame it on the drug, everyone shrugs in the mirror
Somewhere under water, somewhere overheated
Somewhere someone's daughter swept up in a Prius
Never met the wizard, dominoes fall every year
Why don't we all disappear?
Oh, what a time to be dead
No ticking clock in your head
Cold in your bones, six feet in the ground
Way up here in Hell, the world is burning down
Can't believe that I'm so envious
Of a heart that'll never gonna beat again because
Hate is in the black, love is in the red
God is locked up, oh, what a time to be
Dead, dead, dead, dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Someone get a shovel, I'll go get the rifle
Let's all quote the Bible, dig a deeper hole
Grey squirrel in a skillet, that's what I call living the dream
Watching Earth come apart at the seams
At the seams
Oh, what a time to be dead
No ticking clock in your head
Cold in your bones, six feet in the ground
Way up here in Hell, the world is burning down
Can't believe that I'm so envious
Of a heart that'll never gonna beat again because
Hate is in the black, love is in the red
God is locked up, oh, what a time to be
Dead, dead (Dead, dead)
Watching uranium rain on a stadium
Who'd be insane enough to wanna see that
Sinking our teeth into the mother that feeds us
Hell, I wonder if Jesus even wants
Jesus even wants to come back
Oh, what a time to be dead
No ticking clock in your head
Cold in your bones, six feet in the ground
Way up here in Hell, the world is burning down
Can't believe that I'm so envious
Of a heart that'll never gonna beat again because
Hate is in the black, love is in the red
God is locked up, oh, what a time to be
Dead, dead, dead, dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Dead, dead (Dead, dead)
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