There'll be blood shed by the time you leave the office
I'm listenin' to that "Old Devil Moon"
And the day outside is slowly flyin' by me
Let us lie in our bed once again
Get flat on that
And I hope they take care of you
Better here on Earth than it is in Heaven
"By the Time I Get to Phoenix" is softly playing in the produce
There's a crowd around the leafy vegetables
And the band is getting wet
And it's getting hard to tell
If it's gunfire or the sound of fireworks
(Here on earth)
(Fuck you)
As the fruit you will be picked when you are perfect
As a rule that might be too much to expect
And if only she was lyin' by me
We would lie in our bed once again
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
