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