Now you complain and say you want the keys Over my dead body, baby, that's where they'll be Forget the knots around your neck You say you remember, baby, you forget
Hey hey, this much is true Hey hey, this much is true Now I'd burn black for you
Saying things that you can't hear My dumb mouth to your deaf ear Gushing lump, a violent smear My dumb mouth to your deaf ear
Hey hey, this much is true Hey hey, this much is true Baby, I'd burn black for you
No, I won't go down to it
Up the stairs and down your hall
Now you beg and you want me Over my dead body, baby, that's where I'll be And you laugh at my disease While sugar runs from my arteries
Hey hey, this much is true Hey hey, this much is true Baby, I'd burn black for you
Starts out like magic, some sick religion That ain't no vulture, that's a fucking pigeon She's got vultures in her hair And blood and feathers, they are everywhere You want retreat, filthy and deep A dead moon, a drunken seed Baby, there is a room full of death and whores and truth And I am waiting in that room And I am sorry I did that for you It's all whores, it's all pain It's all disease, man, it's all the same My little Judas, my little twin Where you start, that's where I begin She said, "I want it NOW!"