Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends



Wide-eyed, brilliant, dynamic rest

I want to be dead with my friends



Where the iron sharpens the iron



I want to be dead with my friends

A vulgar, loud, unforgettable end

I want to be dead with my friends



Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts

Against this, even gods fight violently in vain

What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost,

But now we are the first of the fashionably late



Loved ones decompose

You'll dance around the bones

But most of us are wholly ghosts

All of us were wholly ghosts



We made the scene when we made a scene

And though it was brief, it meant everything



Oh, what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints



Against this, even boys fight violently in vain

What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost,

but now we are the first of the fashionably late



I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave



You were all there with me