Underwater Bimbos from Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends,
I want to be dead with my friends,
Wide-eyed, brilliant, dynamic rest
I want to be dead with my friends.
I want to be dead with my friends

Where the iron sharpens the iron.
Where the iron sharpens the iron
Where the iron sharpens the iron sharpens the iron

I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
A vulgar, loud, unforgattable end
I want to be dead with my friends

Let boredom cease... the beating of... our purple hearts.. Against this,even gods, fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost,
but now we're the first
of the fashionably late.|

Loved ones decompose
You'll dance around their bones
Most of us are wholly ghost
All of us were wholly ghost
(bis)

We made the scene when we made a scene
And though it was brief,
it meant everything.
Oh what a pity,
now they're bound to make us saints.
Oh what a pity,
now they're bound to make us saints.

Against this, even boys fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We're the last of the lost,
but now we're the first of the fashionably late.

I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave. (X3)
You were all there with me.(X3)