Desperate Pleasures

Wheel out your god, these are desperate times Talk to your mother, these are desperate times Dance with your lover, these are desperate times Surrender yourself, these are desperate times Wheel out your god, these are desperate times Talk to your mother, thеse are despеrate times Dance with your lover, these are desperate times Surrender yourself, these are desperate times Wheel out your god, these are desperate times Talk to your mother, these are desperate times Dance with your lover, these are desperate times Surrender yourself, these are desperate times Fight for their lives Fight for their lives The hopeless are useless in desperate times You got it bad? Try having passion Try still believing that some good will happen Though nothing ever has And nothing ever will 'Cause nothing ever can It's almost unbearable Honestly terrible We're in the golden age of bastards We're living in the golden age of bastards Bastards Despairing is painless and peace is a lie You should try loving man while fucking hating mankind It rips you apart You got an atheist praying for judgement day Enough to make an atheist pray for judgement day The great American sob story A sad S.O.B story A holy man who kills what cannot be saved At war with a villain, you can't call a truce You put down your weapon but now he's got two A liar's a liar, take him at his word Forever rebelling against the absurd The world made us sick How can it heal us? The world made us sick How can it heal us? The world made us sick How can it heal us? The world made us sick How can it heal us? We cannot be saved By the men digging graves We cannot be saved By the men digging graves In desperate times Desperate times Hey, look on the bright side There's no where but up from a canyon in hell Look on the bright side There's no where but up from a canyon in hell