Lyrics
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, blood and purifying flame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war-worn
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 wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (not so pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (not so pretty, baby)
I wanna see 'em (not so)
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 lip gloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
