(fake fake flowers)
(fake funeral)
The room is a fluorescent tomb: it's brazen bulbs mimic death's hena croon
He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention she's animated again,
she's talking to a hypodermic reflection
We've watched it all from the window ledgethe nurses offer their condolences
toungues flapping I can't make out your tone, our hearts beat in slow motion

If we make it to the final scene(fake flowers!)
show me to the sapphire pit (fake tomb)
peel the candy crust of my body(fake flowers)
throw in the brittle skeleton (fake tomb)

Because can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain?
Can you pu the bite back in the beast you've broken, tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?

So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward

Now she's gonna make it out okbut she's shaking like revolution
and she stares at the fire all daymumbling
"every hole has a snake in it
every crotch is a siamese gun
every ray of sunshine hides a canceroous chime
every breath is a bomb"
I'd like to take your head, place it
somewhere between my shoulders and neck
but, I'm afraid your brittle bones would break
We can hear the black out orchestra singing

Because can you inject ove's tender touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain?
Can you put the bie back in the beast you've broken, tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?

So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the cord?
Because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward