Chapped lips wear me out again
Now we're both playing with
Pistols in our mouths
And I break you up into bits on my tongue
When I marry to the...
Wake. Wake Up
You'll kick the bucket in your sleep
In every little picture I was blind
And these broken bits
Of Alphabet
Sprout black and twisted from my mind
We're bound to lose our heads
With these friends around us.
Chapped lips wear me out again
Now we're both playing with
Pistols in our mouths
And I break you up into bits on my tongue
When I marry to the...
Wake. Wake Up
You'll kick the bucket in your sleep
In every little picture I was blind
And these broken bits
Of Alphabet
Sprout black and twisted from my mind
We're bound to lose our heads
With these friends around us.