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 light 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 so pretty) I wanna see what your insides look like (not so pretty, baby) I wanna see 'em (not so) 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 when I can't complain With the falling rain C'mon ♪ I wanna save your heart I wanna see what your insides may be