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