What about all the friends we’ve made, what about them?
What about all the ones that fainted, what about them?
They’re gonna be just like you, they’re gonna be like me.
Hold my hand for a little longer so I can feel.

Now keep up that good work my brother, for heaven is a real cool place.
She just pretends to be my high-school lover, it’s hard labour to dig your own grave.
I’m standing at the bar with a dog-faced man
Who’s telling me all about his plans
Never trust a guy who claims to be sober
But is wearing a drunkards face.

Never give a gun to a lap-top baby
She might just want to take you out
I would never lay a hand on such gracious beauty
Not even with Jesus around
I shiver and I howl for my trick-shot lover
A cold is moving up my spine
I dream about her face and her godly body
But my love is a lie