Lyrics:

I said we'll drown ourselves
In misery, tonight
White lies, you've worn out
All your dancing shoes, this time
Just give us war-worn lipstick
Blood, and purifying flame

These eyes have had too much
To drink again, tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves
In high explosive lies
Just give us war-worn
I've been calling you all week for my shotgun

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (Pretty, pretty)
I wanna see 'em

Well, you don't say
And well, I can't explain what happened to my face
Late, last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through
Shot lip gloss through my veins
And well, I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon!

I wanna see your eyes
I wanna see what your insides may be like