Underwater Bimbos from Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

A wide-eyed, brilliant, dynamic rest

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

Where the iron sharpens the iron

Where the iron sharpens the iron

Where the iron sharpens the iron

Sharpens the iron

I want to be dead with my friends

I want to be dead with my friends

A vulgar, loud, unforgettable end

I want to be dead with my friends

Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts

Against this, even gods fight violently in vain

What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost but now we are the first of the fashionably late

Loved ones decompose

And you'll gather 'round the bones

But most of us are wholly ghost

All of us were wholly ghost

Loved ones decompose

And you'll gather 'round the bones

But most of us are wholly ghost

All of us were wholly ghost

We made the scene when we made a scene

And though it was brief it meant everything

Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints

Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints

Against this even boys fight violently in vain

What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost but now we are the first of the fashionably late

I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave

I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave

I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave

You were all there with me

You were all there with me

You were all there with me