I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
  I lied, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
  
  Just give us war, worn lipstick by the door if I inflame
  
  These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
  Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
  
  Just give us war, I've been calling you all week
  for my shotgun
  
  Pick up the phone
  Pick up the phone fucker
  
  I wanna see what you're insides look like
  I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside
  I wanna see what you're insides look like
  I wanna see em
  
  Well you don't say
  And well I can explain what happened to my face
  late last night
  I'm sleepin next to pools in vacant alleyways
  And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
  And when I can't complain
  With the falling rain
  
  Come on!
  
  I wanna save your heart
  I wanna see what your insides may be