Lyrics
Why don't you go home and rot?
You and the kids you grew up with
What good are my hundred-thousand eyes in the middle of the darkness?
Some stories have a sad end
Some sad stories have no fucking point
Looking for where the good times went
Down in the dirty with the old boys
Sunshine on the sleeping dead
Red ruby of my life
Long lonely dream rockin' your bed
Bleed your love out in the hot night
If it was only us alive
And I could never ever leave ya
What good would be one-million lies?
Nobody left to believe ya
In the fire, we'll get together, locking eyes like lonely dancers
In the fire when war is over, make believe I know the answers
Omala, let's sleep together, omala make love to cancer
Omala, let's sleep forever, ra-ma-ma-ma-ma, I know the answer