The shape of a zodiac lung

Is beckoning like a bad christ

It hovers above your head

It's pulling the world over my life

If you don't hear a word I'm saying

You can't cover it with your hair

You can't hide it in your army coat

You've got the miltown demon stare

You forgot all the letters that you wrote

You can't hear a word I'm saying

No you can't hear a thing at all

When I die, it'll be because of you

There I'll lie and it'll all point to you

It's fuck ups like you that always seem to take it all

It's fuck ups like you that never seem to go away

The shape of the zodiac lung

Is like the shape of the back of my hand

And I'll knock you across this room

And I'll bury my head in the sand

You won't feel my love type baby

No you won't feel a thing at all

When I die it'll be because of you

There i'll lie and it'll all point to you

It's fuck ups like you that always seem to get it all

It's fuck ups like you that never seem to die

I don't know why