Every Breath Is a Bomb

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fake, fake flowers, fake funeral) (Fake, fake flowers, fake funeral) (Fake, fake flowers, fake funeral) (Fake, fake flowers, fake funeral) [Verse 1] This room is a, a fluorescent tomb Its brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon He pulls on her wires; she jerks to attention; she's animated again She's talking to a hypodermic reflection [Verse 2] We've watched it all from the window ledge The nurses offer their condolences Tongues flapping; I can't make out your tone Our hearts beat in slow motion [Pre-Chorus] If (Fake flowers!) we (Fake tomb!) make it to the final scene Show (Fake flowers!) me (Fake tomb!) to the sapphire pit Peel (Fake flowers!) the (Fake tomb!) candy crust off my body Throw (Fake flowers!) in (Fake tomb!) the brittle skeleton [Chorus] Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? And can you knit the stiletto back in, uh, into the bloodstain? And can you put the bite back into the beast you've broke and tied and tamed? And can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain? [Post-Chorus] So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the cord? 'Cause you can't put the life back into this hospital ward [Refrain] Say won't you pull the plug! Say won't you cut the cord! Say won't you pull the plug! Say won't you cut the cord! Say won't you pull the plug! Say won't you cut the cord! Say won't you pull the plug! Say won't you cut the cord! [Verse 3] Now she's gonna make it out OK, but she's shaking like a revolution! And she stares at the fire all day, mumbling to herself "Every hole has a snake in it, and every crotch is a Siamese gun" "Every sunshine hides a cancerous chime, and every breath is a bomb!" [Verse 4] I'd like to take my arms, wrap them around you like a flesh canopy I'd like to take my head, place it somewhere between your shoulders and neck But I'm afraid your brittle bones would break We can hear the black out orchestra singing... Can you hear them singing? Can you hear them? Can you? [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? And can you knit the stiletto back in, uh, into the bloodstain? And can you put the bite back into the beast you've broke and tied and tamed? And can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain? [Post-Chorus] So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the cord? 'Cause you can't put the life back into this hospital ward So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the cord? 'Cause you can't put the life back into this hospital ward