I don't think I'll ever be lonely again

I guess God is real after all, so amen, amen

Let's take a carriage north, drink a bottle of wine

Bring a poppy field back and build it a spine

And some legs and some arms and some opiates, yeah, yeah

My lips and your tongue and their opiates, yeah, yeah

I don't think I'll ever be bored again

If I run out of words, I'll still have you in this bed and amen

Let's take a carriage south and walk through the rain

Bring a poppy field back and build it a brain

And some legs and some arms and some opiates, yeah, yeah

My lips and your tongue and their opiates, yeah, yeah

Christ, you're making an addict out of me

You're making an idol out of me

You're making me fall down on my knees

You're making me fall

I don't think I'll ever be bored again

I don't think I'll ever be lonely again