Well the sky is black, 

And everyone's on fire. 

Neon lights and shallow graves, 

Are all I see for miles. 



Waiting in utopia, 

To liberate the living dead. 

Palm trees and antiquity. 

Kool-aid and strychnine. 



Well the clock is dead, 

And everyone's on fire. 

Neon lights and shallow graves, 

Are all I see for miles. 



Waiting in utopia, 

To liberate the living dead. 

Palm trees and antiquity. 

Kool-aid and strychnine. 



Sing with me in harmony 

In evidence of your liturgy. 

I am your god and I抳e never been so in love. 

So spread your legs, 

Close your eyes 

And say a prayer for me. 

Blow a kiss and make a wish. 

You're going to heaven. 

We're a happy family 

And we belong together.