Lyrics

Can you pack your bags within the hour?
And shut the door with at least some style?
There is a maniac waiting to inject you with rabies.

In this photograph I like your smile
I called police to make you shower
Here's the tickets to the Virgin Islands
I'm sorry, they're coach seats.

Place my hand inside your dress
I've made some money doing this for a few companies.
Place my hand inside your chest
I pulled out your most vital organ and its my right.
Read you a story, only the morning can save you
And when the weekend comes yes, I will go.

Now the cancer is back and I'm making plans
To pull the plug and make new friends
Here's the Angels' introduction to Ethics in Heaven
Ethics in Heaven

I regret the fact that I won't get old
I'll wisen up just like I'm told
The maniac's eyes have been plucked out, slowly baby

Let me fall at your funeral
The music's coming out of your box
Your skelleton's loosing it's way home
Possibly your greatest feat
Nomads come to kiss your feet
I didn't want anyone to see.