Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

Wide-eyed, brilliant, dying to be read

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

Where the iron sharpens the iron

Where the iron sharpens the iron

Where the iron sharpens the iron sharpens the iron

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

Long, alone, unforgettable end

I want to be dead with my friends

Let boredom seize the beating of our purple hearts

Against this, even gods fight violently in vain

What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost

But now we are the first of the fashionably late

Let us decompose, build dams around the moats

Most of us are holy wolves

All of us are holy wolves

Let us decompose, build dams around the moats

Most of us are holy wolves

All of us are holy wolves

We made the scene when we made a scene

And though it was brief, it meant everything

Oh, what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints

Oh, what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints

Against this, even boys fight violently in vain

What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost

But now we are the first of the fashionably late

I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave

I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave

I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave

You were all there with me

You were all there with me

You were all there with me