If I look back on the souls that I once knew And the things we spoke and thought were true I become the fool and fall into Forgotten hearts and thoughts of you At night I could wish that they were here With the hands and arms to pull me near But all of these have turned to tears Under the weight of all the years
Fathers I turned your daughters into whores And they liked it And so we laugh about it now
Dead, all dead, all dead So take all the words and paint them red So take off your clothes and come to bed And show me the places that you bled from Dead, all dead, all dead And not from the bullets in the head And not from the words that someone said But is this the way you want to end?
If I look back on the cruel insanity And I would say they were wrong for loving me I would walk away and let them bleed Let them find somebody else And I'd take this heart And let it go Where you would, you would Never find me
Mothers Your sons are drowning In the tears that I gave them And I'd give them out again
Dead, all dead, all dead So take all the words and paint them red So take off your clothes and come to bed And show me the places that you bled from Dead, all dead, all dead And not from the bullets in the head And not from the words that someone said But is this the way you want to end?
No
Fathers I turned your daughters into whores And they liked it And so we laugh about it now (Laugh about it now)
Dead, all dead, all dead So take all the words and paint them red So take off your clothes and come to bed And show me the places that you bled from Dead, all dead, all dead And not from the bullets in the head And not from the words that someone said But is this the way you want to end?
No
Dead, all dead, all dead So take all the words and paint them red So take off your clothes and come to bed And show me the places that you bled from Dead, all dead, all dead And not from the bullets in the head And not from the words that someone said But is this the way you want to end?