The World’s A Mess, It’s In My Kiss

no one is united
all things are untied
perhaps we're boiling over inside
they've been telling lies
who's been telling lies?
there are no angels
there are devils in many ways
take it like a man
the world's a mess it's in my kiss

you can't take it back
pull it out of the fire
pull it out in the bottom of the ninth
pull it out in chords of red-disease
drag on the system
drag on my head and body
there are some facts here that refuse to escape
i could say it stronger but it's too much trouble
i was wondering down at the bricks
hectic, isn't it?
down we go cradle and all

the world's a mess it's in my kiss
go to hell, see if you like it
then come home with me
tomorrow night may be too late
both moons are full
dirty night dying like a lovely wife
goodbye my darling
how high the moon
well i wish i was