Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

Wide-eyed brilliant tie them in rags

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

When the iron sharpens the iron

When the iron sharpens the iron

When the iron sharpens the iron sharpens the iron

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

Throw the load 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 their bones

Most of us are holy ghosts

All of us are holy ghosts

Loved ones decompose

You'll dance around their bones

Most of us are holy ghosts

All of us are holy 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

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

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

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

You were all there with me

You were all there with me

You were all there with me