Shut down the gospel singers and turn up the old
heart-breakers
I'm dying to tell you that I'm dying here
Throw up the sickly joy and the swell of the sweet
self-loathing
I'm just dying to be unhappy again
Oh, love won't grow
Oh, it will build my home
And if happiness won't come to me
Hand me the nitrous gas
Leave the acute warm heartedness
Go where the joyless bastard is
He's dying to bring you down with him
Suck in the bright red major key
Spit out the blue minor misery
I'm dying to bring you down with me
Ooohhh oh oh, ooohhh oh oh, ooohhh oh oh...
And if happiness won't come to me
Hand me the nitrous gas
You can keep all of your oxygen
Hand me the nitrous gas
And if happiness won't live with me
Think I can live with that
You can keep all of your oxygen
Hand me the nitrous gas
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