We sat down by the river that cuts the city in two
 Film stars for security cameras
 Vapid Adolescent Blues
 You told me your secrets, I didn't tell you mine
 You may be beautiful
 But, there's swastikas spinning in your eyes
 I'd rather be anywhere but here

 I see smoke in the distance
 Weighs on me like a hex
 Spread yourself with your fingers
 Let me pay my respects
 Hold my head in place
 And I'll hide my face
 And you'll feel my mouth in your most sacred place

 I'd rather be anywhere
 I'd rather be anywhere but
 Nowhere, I'd rather be
 Nowhere, I'd rather be
 Nowhere, I'd rather be
 Nowhere, I'd rather be

 The bottle, the minutes, the seconds, the daughters, the payphones, the
 Lies, the boredom, the slaughter
 The world would collapse
 The world would collapse
 Arch your back
 Just arch your back
 I'd rather be anywhere but here

 I followed my [bad word] 
 Didn't care where it leads
 Dirty rivers of central London, the Ganges burning steam
 In this moment time means nothing but the pulse beating in my wrist
 Half [bad word] in far away places where days of the week are just words on a
 List

 I'd rather be anywhere
 I'd rather be anywhere but
 Nowhere, I'd rather be
 Nowhere, I'd rather be
 Nowhere, I'd rather be
 Nowhere, I'd rather be

 There's blood on the wind
 (There's blood on the wind)
 There's blood on the tracks
 (There's blood on the tracks)
 There's blood on my hands
 (There's blood on my hands)
 I can't take it back
 (I can't take it back)