Currents Convulsive

(So) congratulations, (long) break a leg tonight
What a shame, I heard the understudy died under the knife
Crying backwards under bedroom lights
(Congratulations)

I don't think you'll ever wanna love me
You'd gotta listen to your doctor, doctor

Sober up and bury the empty cup
In a backyard of Seattle, we used to lie
When I sew you up, don't let me
Won't stop bleeding

Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin
Won't let me go, oh no, oh no
And they're ruining the mood
So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle

And I, I don't think you'll ever wanna love me
You gotta listen to your doctor, doctors lie (lie), lie (lie), lie (lie)
If the dollar is right, oh, my sweet little girl
Hold your mouth and you'll be alright

Gather 'round, gather 'round
Ladies and gentlemen, come from far, come from wide
The moment you've all been waiting for
Tonight, join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death
And the miracle of resurrection

Please understand me when
I'd rather see you dead
Than live without me
So thirsty for more

Beyond the sea blue light, I met the love of my life
She'd rather see me dead than face me
I like your starry eyes, they yell, "Surprise, surprise!"
I'm in love, but not for long

Our operation
Call off the operation
Our operation
Call off, off, off

Another wave has turned its back on me
Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see
Can't count on anything (if your delicate eyes don't blink someday)
For you, I'd count the salt (they might as well be gone)
Under the sea (might as well be gone)



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Fuentes, Victor Fuentes
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