Have you heard the news that you’re dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh, take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn’t it be grand to take a pistol by the hand
And wouldn’t it be great if we were dead!
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Oh, just keep on dancing for me
Like blackened flies in a coronary
I would try to trade in all my tricks
But sobriety was never really my niche
The doctors called, they said you’re crazy
Can I strap you down in your gurney?
Shotgun shells taste as good as the pills
Both prescriptions are set for the kill
And we, and we, can end up dead
While laughing in our hospital beds
As the bandages start to stain with red
And we, and we, can both end up wed
.
I aimed for profound, that’s the latest trend
Dear, how was that fender that you bend?
No time to be Plato if my veins are drained
Where’s the sense when I’m getting maimed?
The doctors called, they said a maybe
But I ain’t counting my stars yet, baby
Beating hearts feel as good as a stab
But I guess that’s what it means to love
And we, and we, can end up dead
While crying into dehydration instead
No one had any hope left anyways
I never even had much cute things to say
.
The cuts are burning slowly deeper within
Didn’t I have what you call a proper system?
Cheap affairs cheering for kindred spirits
My face plastered on cartons of missing milk
The doctors called, they said to pack it up
Intermission’s over kid, it’s high time to stop
Intensive care feels like a vulture salvaged
Cool my organs well for their personal storage
And we, and we, can end up dead
Bayonet ourselves in the goddamn head
Time for the marionettes to take a final bow
We’ll make it through this hell somehow
.
As the last night starts to get younger
And the sun turns into a distant stranger
Make some way for the crash test dummies
Death has a deadline, oh fine, we’re in a hurry
The doctors called, they’re asking for money
I swear it wasn’t meant to turn this bloody
Coffin velvet doesn’t feel too uncomfortable
So lie back in ease, we have an eternity more
And we, and we, can end up dead
Let’s toast canticles of hemlock and lead
Shit, why even bother to wail and resist?
Hellfire ain’t bad, once you get used to it
.
Let’s make the most out of being deceased
When you’re emaciated, you can’t be pissed
So shut your mouth and don’t be so jet set
There’s a lot of demented fun to be had yet
The doctors lied, but who cares what they said?
Oh complications this and that, caught red handed
Failing feels like a stethoscope straight to the neck
I’d be complaining, but I’m too busy being a wreck
And we, and we, and we, darling we will end up being dead
I wanna leave young, guess that’s why hospitals are invented
Existing’s a joke anyways, nothing will matter anymore, I collected
Life’s so fun when we, when we, when we’re already all fucking dead!!
~*~
And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication
In your heart, so long…