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 ♪
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