I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight,I lied,
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 light.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 explain what
happened to my face,Late last night,I'm sleepin next to
pools in 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 wanna save your heart!I wanna see
what your insides may be!