Lyrics:

Fever!
Drugs!
Money!
Blood!
Is it bad for love?!

I got no faith in these rocks
Or my chance for survival
Ho Hum
I got no cure for these gifts
Or their cancerous rivalry
So gone
They go and go again
They go and go again

I got no need for these clothes
When you get my blood boiling my friend
I got no way to feel bad while your tree of life grows and it grows
It gets so high
It gets so low
It gets so high
It gets so low

We were dinosaurs in the end
We were dinosaurs in the end
We were carnivores to pretend
That we all died of survival in lieu of some survival pretense

I got this belly swollen
And a mouth full of glass teeth
I'm a fix
I'm a junkie
I'm a pirate
I'm a love maker falling
Who gets so high
Who gets so low

We were dinosaurs in the end
We were dinosaurs in the end
We were carnivores to pretend
That we all died of survival in lieu of some survival pretense

We were dinosaurs in the end
We were dinosaurs in the end
We were carnivores to pretend
That we all died of survival in lieu of some survival pretense

Fever!
Drugs!
Money!
Blood!
Is it bad for love?!