| 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 | |
| I never trusted you | |
| Hey hey, this much is true | |
| Now I'd burn black for you | |
| And I try just to forget | |
| Never, I won't | |
| Never, I won't | |
| Never, ever, never | |
| 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 | |
| I never twisted you | |
| Hey hey, this much is true | |
| Baby, I'd burn black for you | |
| No, I won't go down to it | |
| Never, I won't | |
| Never, I won't | |
| Never, I won't Never | |
| Crawl right up the wall | |
| 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 | |
| I never bothered you | |
| Hey hey, this much is true | |
| Baby, I'd burn black for you | |
| And I try just to forget | |
| Never, I won't | |
| Never, I won't | |
| Never, I won't | |
| Never | |
| 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!\" |