Damn The Man, Save The Empire

Take 4679, part two, hour eight, hour eight

Yeah!

Heaven is a place here on your floor

I'm falling off the carpet edge and it's a long way down, down

I laid before the monuments of love

Now I'm buried underneath them

So maybe when we're old or dead

Then we could all hang out

But probably not

No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway

No one likes this anyway, anyway

So, tell me what I want

But only when I want

Tell me what I want

To hear

Now!

You only see the dark side of my love

Love

A fetish for the afterlife, and dented microphones

Sharp enough to cut

Now our lips are bleeding from the touch

But you don't see the difference between

The color of the dry blood and the rust

Well, so

Tell me what I want

But only when I want

Tell me what I want

To hear

Now!

Tell me what I want

But only when I want

Tell me what I want

To hear

What if I told you I'm phasing out

And I'm not wearing any skin?

I hope you leave a scar

Or can we just get deeper?

Heaven is a place we can't afford

Life goes on, and on, and the peace feels nice

Maybe I should find another ride 'cause

No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway

No one likes this anyway, anyway

Tell me what I want

Only when I want

Tell me what I want

To hear

Now!

Tell me what I want

Only when I want

Tell me what I want

To hear