Is there anything that I need to say That hasn't been said before And I have been polite for too long Why should I be anymore Better now than never Better loud than clever Better just to play the fool It's times like this When you just close your eyes and kiss 'Cause everything after this Is just bullshit and being cruel So hold me up, I'm going out And don't wait up, I won't be coming home If you lay me down in concrete fields Will I dream of grass and opera This is the sound and how it feels To be dead And in the end there will be fire and brimstone And no one will be there to answer the telephone You are the only one I'll miss You are the only answer at a time like this She is he trick of my trade She is the thing that can't be made She is gold and nothing less And she is fearless And hold me up, if we're going out And don't wait up, we won't be coming home If you lay me down in concrete fields Will I dream of grass and opera This is the sound and how it feels to be dead Oh, oh You hold it in your hand, you You keep it in your heart, you You hide it in your head, and you You use it when you have to She is the trick of my trade These are the things that can't be made Stay yourself and nothing less Stay fearless Fearless Fear-- Fearless