Underwater Bimbos from Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
Wide-eyed, brilliant, tie them in rags
I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends

When the iron sharpens the iron
When the iron sharpens the iron
When 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, unforgettable 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 holy ghosts
All of us are holy ghosts

Loved ones decompose
You'll dance around their bones
Most of us are holy ghosts
All of us are holy ghosts

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
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave

You were all there with me
You were all there with me
You were all there with me