you'd better shove another piece of what's left into your mouth while the gettin' is good because you know the highs are running low, and every new is getting old
lord, I've been down since you've been seeing another boy
me and my girl are gonna smoke the cigarettes that we find in another man's tray we're gonna pick all the meat from the big city bones because the hot is getting cold
lord, I'm not proud keep you chin up the water will boil, the comet will come for us all so make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm
we have salted the earth raid hell raid hell
you'd better drink up, get your sorrows in, because we're coming upon where the ending begins the nickel city's new church says "no one allowed" since all the lights are going out the end is near I will be delivered we've filled our bellies with so much repulsive flair I'll explode if I'm not forgiven
make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm
we have salted the earth raid hell raid hell
you'd better get it while the gettin' is good, corner boy you know the highs are running low you'd better shove another piece of what is left into your mouth we need to learn to go without
there is no plan for the dutiful we dried the country making room for our grave but my time is sure taking it's time running out