I lay down, I drink the poison and I pass the fuck out. Now let me tell you
'bout the good life. I have a million different kinds of fun, when I'm asleep
and in a dream that I'm your only one.
Can we create something beautiful, and
destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination.
If you come over tonight, we can travel through time. We can sleep on the
ceiling, and creep under black lights. I have a million different girls that
hide under my bed, and when I let 'em out, they treat me right.
Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean, wrist. (You were screaming 'til
the police came.) Can we create something beautiful, and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination. If every living thing
dies alone, what am I doing here? If every living thing dies alone, what am
I doing here? (Fuck it!)
It's the end of the world! It's the end of the world, you and me should spend
the rest of it in love!
Can we create something beautiful, and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination. If every living thing
dies alone, what am I doing here? If every living thing dies alone, what am
I doing here? Oh, no.