Lyrics
Flooding the room two by two
From the womb to the holiday
There is no holiday
First, double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Needing something to go on
If she weren't writing in blood
She'd bring him her jokes, a new liver
And a shovel for the mud
If he were not knee-deep in mud
He'd bring her his drugs
He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
Nobody knows which street to take
He took the easy way,
What was the easy way?
First, double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
She always thought she would not
If she weren't writing in blood
She'd bring him her jokes,
A new liver and a shovel for the mud
If he were not knee-deep in mud
He'd bring her his jokes
He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
First, double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Her body is the baby
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
