You and I pace along the grass 
And think of what we had 
Ambivalent and young 
We're probably just dumb 

The [bad word] is that it hurts 
And what's it really worth? 
No hope and no future 

Holding a gun to my head 
So send me an angel 
Or bury me deep where you stand 
With demons to lean on 

In the sky, it's [bad word] back 
No hope and no future 
We'll die the same loser 

Holding a gun to my head 
So send me an angel 
Or bury me deep where you stand 
With demons to lean on 

No, from it all 
Not at all, at all, at all, at all 
No, from it all 
Not at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, 

Holding a gun to my head 
So send me an angel 
Or bury me deep where you stand 
With demons to lean on 

Holding a gun to my head 
So send me an angel 
Or bury me deep where you stand 
With demons to lean on 

Holding a gun to my head 
Holding a gun to my head 
Holding a gun to my head 
With demons to lean on