Damn The Man, Save The Empire

(album: The Jaws Of Life - 2023)

Take 4679, part two, hour eight, hour eight
Yeah!

Heaven is a place here on your floor
I'm falling off the carpet edge, and it's a long way down, down
I laid before the monuments of love
Now I'm buried underneath them
So maybe when we're old or dead
Then we could all hang out but probably not

No one likes this anyway
Anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway
Anyway, so

Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear

Now

You only see the dark side of my love (love)
A fetish for the afterlife and dented microphones
Sharp enough to cut
Now our lips are bleeding from the touch
But you don't see the difference between
The color of the dry blood and the rust
Well so

Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear

What if I told you I'm phasing out
And I'm not wearing any skin
I hope you leave a scar
Or can we just get deeper

Heaven is a place we can't afford
Life goes on and on, the breeze feels nice
Maybe I should find another ride cause

No one like us anyway
Anyway, anyway
No one like us anyway
Anyway

Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear