I think I know what you mean
I think I know that look in your eyes
I think I'll ask myself for the view
Never been much for a fight
Here's to the death of our union
Here's to your rage, a dividing line
You, your words are never kind
(And these lies I did not mean)
Oh your happy now
We'll never meet again
Here's to the death of our union
Here's to your rage, a dividing line
Ours was a sick and twisted form of love
Violent violence to the end
You've had me in your hand lock
I have swung from your noose
For the last time
Here's to the death of our union
Here's to your rage, a dividing line
Ours was a sick and twisted form of love
Violent violence to the end
Violent violence to the end
Violence
Violent violence to the end
Violence
To the end.