I said, well drown ourselves in misery tonight
I lied, youve 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, well douse ourselves in high explosive light

Just give us war, Ive been calling you all week
for my shotgun

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone fucker

I wanna see what youre insides look like
I bet youre not fucking pretty on the inside
I wanna see what youre insides look like
I wanna see em

Well you dont say
And well I can explain what happened to my face
late last night
Im sleepin next to pools in vacant alleyways
And what Im going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I cant complain
With the falling rain

Come on!

I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be Las

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