I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight.
White lies, 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 lights.
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't explain what happened to my face.
Late last night,
I sleep in empty pools and 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 want to save your heart!
I want to see what your insides may be!
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