The strobe lights your eyes
as the d.j. is hung up and [bad word] 
and there you are in all your innocence
with your back against the wall
breaking hearts [bad word] 

I don't mind waiting for you
there's blood on the dancefloor
oh now what are you gonna do?
I don't mind lying for you
about the bodies in the backyard
oh now what are you gonna do?

Satan go put on your blue dress honey
and lets do the tango
jesus go put on some elvis baby and lets do the chacha
satan lets toast to the armaggedon
you know that is all you
gandhi go pour a couple of whiskeys
you know you my [bad word] #33;

I think I've seen you on t.v.
where you're selling the end of the world
you seem harmless enough to me
as my eyes glaze over into medicated sleep

Thank you doctor for these wonderful pills
I'm feeling so much different now
all suicidal thoughts are gone
and my new middle name is now optimistic

Just as the night fades into day mourning [bad word] you
as your worst [bad word] [bad word] 
what will you do now that no one wants you
and your wildest dreams are all dying on your birthday
I want a frontrow seat to your technicolor funeral
I cant stop smiling as they're lowering your body into the ground