(So)
Congratulations,
(Long)
Break a leg tonight.
What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife.
Crying backwards,
Under bedroom lights.
The operation..
I don’t think you’ll ever want to love me,
You’d better listen to your doctor, doctor’s..
Sober up (and bury the empty cup),
In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie.
When I sew you up, don’t let me (up!)
Stop bleeding,
Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin.
Won’t let me go,
Oh no, oh no
And they’re ruining the mood.
So I’ll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle,
And I, I don’t think you’ll ever want to love me,
You’d better listen to your doctor, doctor’s
Lie! Lie! Lie!
If the dollar is right,
Oh my sweet little girl,
Hold your mouth and you’ll be alright.
Gather round, gather round!
Ladies and gentlemen, come from far, come from wide,
The moment you’ve all been waiting for.
Tonight! Join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death.
And the miracle of resurrection!
Please understand me when,
I’d rather see you dead
Than live without me,
So thirsty for more.
Beyond the sea blue light,
I met the love of my life.
She’d rather see me dead than
Face me.
I like your starry eyes,
They yell “Surprise, surprise!”
I’m in love,
But not for long.
Our operation,
Call off the operation.
Our operation,
Call off, off, off!
Another wave has turned its back on me,
Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see.
(If your delicate eyes don’t blink someday)
Can’t count on anything,
(They might as we’ll be gone)
For you I’d count the salt under the sea.
