Latch to this life like a death grip
We're satisfied
With the mundane I'm keeping out of sight
But still we are young
We are young

I'll steer the angels down
Keep him in the back room, shut the door
Let go

And now he's there at the grey / gold dead bed of lies
Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine

We are young
We are young

Sift through the marigolds to please our damaged souls

This place is holding me
Jump through the rope let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out

I'm just another one wandering endlessly on to the grave

The signs of the times are upon us
So we're pitting for tomorrow
Sucking on the mother's dead tit
Of sorrow
Sorrow
It's all right
We learn it all before we go
Snapped by the neck as we swallow
Chin up
I'm tying the rope
Leaving all hollow

This place is holding me
Jump through the rope let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out

No funeral. No pyre that's burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out

I guess I will just leave things the way they are

This place is holding me
Jump through the rope let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible

(Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out)

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out

No funeral. No pyre that's burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spark to work it out