Shut down the gospel singers and turn up the old heart-breakers
I'm dying to tell you that I'm dying here
Throw up the sickly joy and the swell of the sweet self-loathing
I'm just dying to be un---happy again
Oh, love won't grow
Oh, it will build my home
And if happiness won't come to me
Hand me the nitrous gas
Leave the acute warm heartedness
He's dying to bring you down with him
Suck in the bright red major key
Spit out the blue minor misery
I'm dying to bring you down with me
Oh----oh-oh, oh----oh-oh, oh----oh-oh, oh----oh-oh
And if happiness won't come to me
Hand me the nitrous gas
If you keep all of your oxygen
Hand me the nitrous gas
And if happiness won't live with me
Think I can live with that
You can keep all of your oxygen
Hand me the nitrous gas