Lyrics

We left the body somewhere in the parking lot
We left the body in someone else’s yard
We left the body sitting in the living room
We left the body in your heart, your heart.

Which end of the gun?
Which end of the gun?
Left the body, we left the body
Left the body in your heart, your heart.

Call me a nihilist ‘cause I’m denying that
There’s not a problem,
Springing off this spring like we have a future
Fool proof and smiling in the face of science
And yet we’re burning,
Turning for, yearning for something better.

Where will you be? Where will you be?
Where will you be? Where will you be?
Washing your hands. Washing your hands.
Washing your hands. Washing your hands.
Where will you be? Where will you be?
Where will you be? Where will you be?
Did you build enough, did you build enough, son?
Did you build enough, did you build enough, son?

We left the body somewhere in the parking lot
We left the body in someone else’s yard
We left the body sitting in the living room
We left the body in your heart, your heart.

Gun. Which end of the. Gun. Which end of the -
Did you build enough, did you build enough, son?
Gun. Which end of the. Gun. Which end of the -
Did you build enough, did you build enough, son?

Call me alarmist, crying Kassandra while
You shine your armour.
Cut it off. Strip it thin. Do it faster.
Our wheels are melting. The siren’s shaking us dry
And time’s not selling.
But we’re bait to the fate. Naked waiting.

Where will you be? Where will you be?
Where will you be? Where will you be?
Did you build enough, did you build enough, son?
Did you build enough, did you build enough, son?

We left the body somewhere in the parking lot
We left the body in someone else’s yard
We left the body sitting in the living room
We left the body in your heart, your heart.

Which end of the gun?
Which end of the gun?
Left the body, we left the body
Left the body in your heart, your heart.
Aaaah
Your heart, your heart.
Aaaah
Your heart, your heart.