Lucifer, you're landing
Cross hairs on the kitchen sink
Barb wire in the bathroom
I can't make new memories since
Instrumental
Flashbacks to the time
This shell-shocked apartment was the place
I met with your boy
It's a mortal thing, yeah, it's a mortal thing
"Oh!" He looked at me funny and I
"Oh! Oh!" Think our secret's out and a
"Oh-ooh-oh!" I try to explain
But then munitions rain, and we're the epicentre
Bridge
And I wanna know what happened to your
boyfriend, 'cause he was looking at me like
"Whoa!" Yeah, right before the kitchen was a
dustbowl, and tossing me the keys and
I can't forget how, and everything just coming through the
windows, and half the street was under my
nails, it's like we're sitting in a Faraday
cage, when the lights all failed
Instumental
I fly through the walls
All pieces colliding and I
See Raymond apart
He's a-frowning now, wagging a finger at me
"Boy!" His knees bend the other way and
"Boy! Boy!" Are you guys together, honey?
"B-b-boy!" Oh, but now I can't find his torso
"Hmm, hmm, hmm," I guess you're separated now
Bridge
And I wanna know what happened to your
boyfriend, 'cause he was looking at me like
"Whoa!" Yeah, right before the kitchen was a
dustbowl, and tossing me the keys and
I can't forget how, and everything just coming through the
windows, and half the street was under my
nails, it's like we're sitting in a Faraday
cage, when the lights all failed
Instrumental
Lucifer, you're landing (I do believe it will be business inside)
Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink (It's a real spanner into my works, I think I kicked the bucket)
Baby's on the bullseye (I do believe it will be business inside)
I can't make new memories since (It's a real spanner into my works)
-ries since, -ries since
And I wanna know what happened to your
boyfriend, 'cause he was looking at me like
"Whoa!" Yeah, right before the kitchen was a
dustbowl, and tossing me the keys and
I can't forget how, and everything just coming through the
windows, and half the street was under my
nails, it's like we're sitting in a Faraday
cage, when the lights all failed
Outro Chorus
And now everybody gotta go
hungry, and everybody cover up their
mouths, and I haven't seen the body count
lately, but looking at your faces,
it must have been bad, and if everybody answered their
phone calls, but people say the army's on
fire, it's like we sitting with our parachutes
on, but the airport's gone