Down among the dead
The wide-eyed and the legless, only half a head
Half a mouth to laugh from the porthole
With the more than faded epitaphs

Will you ever more tie up my hair with velvet bows?
Will you ever more pull out the splinters from my toes?
I don't think so

Out in the hornet rain the swarming stingers
Pumping poison through my veins
Lacking on the star-crossed lover's map
Take the beating lash, lash for lash

Will we ever more kiss on the boardwalks fading red?
In the light of the waves and [bad word] waning tail
I don't think so

No more looking back, looking back, looking back
Faded epitaph
No more looking back, looking back, looking back
Faded epitaph
No more looking back, looking back, looking back
Faded epitaph
No more looking back, looking back, looking back
Faded epitaph