Lyrics:
my baby paints herself redshe paints her hairher hair is deadshe's living in the citywith the bodies that screamwe are all jesuswe all dreamsee the dancer in there reelingpaint the sky upon the ceilingfour useless gods upon a dayso blinded by the filth on sundaysaying the words for the idiotsyou are miracle driveloptical sewerlistens to the flowers fallpaint the words upon the wallthis is the pulse of fools like youwho sound so red and turn so bluethe sound of uselessness in slumberwar is over if you wantsee the dancer's semen reelingpaint the sea upon the ceilingpulsemy baby paints herself redshe paints her hairher hair is deadshe's living in the citywith the bodies that screamwe are all jesuswe all dreamsee the dancer's semen reelingpaint the sky upon the ceilingthat's pulse