I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
Always cut myself shaving on the way to a funeral
Say it's alright to take my time, because you're dead anyway
Say it's alright to shine my shoes, it's alright to press my shirt
Say it's alright to take my time, 'cause we're all dead anyway
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to-!
Every bouquet smells like a funeral
A flat tire awaits,
I guess we'll go on but
With every drop of rain feels like a slit throat
And we turn from you because it's time to go
As we leave you here to rest forever
And that hollow sound as they lower you down
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to blows with what my world's coming to
I've come to-!
Have we come too close, have we come to blows?
Have we come too close, have we come to blows?
Have we come too close, have we come to blows?
Have we come too close, have we come to blows?
Have we come too close, have we come to blows?
(Every bouquet smells like a funeral)
Have we come too close, have we come to blows?
(Every bouquet smells like a funeral)
I've come to blows (I've come to blows)
with what my world's coming to (with what my world's coming to)
I've come to blows (I've come to blows)
with what my world's coming to (with what my world's coming to)
I've come to-!