Hello? Yes, this is Purgatory! The Devil, speaking! ♪ My teeth are contraceptives They keep the words inside my mouth My seat's been ejected Now I'm flying past your house I feel tired and I think I'm done with trying If everything was styrofoam Love would cost a dime Crime scene photos of a moth without its wings Goes unnoticed But it still hears everything Smoke is heavy and I think I'm going blind If everything was styrofoam You'd still be on my mind ♪ It's always midnight And the day shift never starts And I just pick fights And I fall asleep in bars I feel tired and I think I'm done with trying If everything was styrofoam I wouldn't be alive