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, 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 fucking pretty on the inside
I wanna see what you're insides look like
I wanna see them

Well you don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my face
late last night
I'm sleeping next to pools in 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