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-warn
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-warn
I've been calling you all week for my
Shotgun!
Pick up the phone!
Pick up the phone,fucker!
I wanna see what your insides look like
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside
I wanna see what your insides look like
(Not so pretty baby)
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 going through
Shot lipgloss through my veins!
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
Come on!
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be like!