ride the rocket on a downward slide
if he ever comes back again
pray to god that he'll understand
that two words or less is all he could hope for
if he wants to spend the night
pray to god that he won't want to fight
'cause two words or less is all you'd be good for
there's a shiver in your bones from last night's snow
there's a fever in your chest and it looks as though
the only friends that you got are the ones inside your
head
cloud eight with a bullet
sad's bored and bored is dead
there's a ringing in your ears and a churning in your
guts
there's a bitch on the telly and she's driving you nuts
"there's a thousand different ways to feel better than
you do right now
could eight with a bullet
let the supermodel show you how"