Ironiclast - Album Version (Edited)
You're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell
The cold sex and the boredom sells
Heat seeker, pull the curtain down
The death pangs and the wedding vows
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, boy
What's it's like to be stoned?
Like I don't know
Oh, I know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
Snake charmer going out through the trapdoor
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, 'boy,
What's it like to be stoned
Like I don't know
Oh, I know
I got a black cloud above me too
And I got lungs to match
This trash is fucking contagious
It covers every broken inch of my bones
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold
The cold sex and the boredom sells
Heat seeker, pull the curtain down
The death pangs and the wedding vows
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, boy
What's it's like to be stoned?
Like I don't know
Oh, I know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
Snake charmer going out through the trapdoor
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, 'boy,
What's it like to be stoned
Like I don't know
Oh, I know
I got a black cloud above me too
And I got lungs to match
This trash is fucking contagious
It covers every broken inch of my bones
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Buckley, Andrew Hurley, Scott Rosenfeld, Joseph Trohman, Robert Caggiano
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