Press the little red button
 Press the- it is pressed
 The little red, pressed-
 It is cold...

 You are the one that took me down
 We cannot see, we cannot kick the habit
 Take your lips and turn em upside down
 Make me slowly in the image of your perfection

 If not the liar then the apple of your eye
 If not today then tomorrow is just goodbye
 I covet all these things
 The bird it knows the bee stings
 And then it dies, well, and then it dies

 Tea in a loaded room, in a loaded house, in a loaded town
 A finger taps the table, bottled ships they run aground
 If only for my life, if only for my life, if only for my life
 Know me, know me

 If not the liar then the apple of your eye
 If not the jury then guilt is through the alibi
 I, I covet all these things
 The bird it knows the bee stings
 And then it dies, well, and then it dies

 You are the one that took me down
 Between your riding round youve surely known your lost and found
 Take your whore lips and, take your whore lips and
 Make me slowly in the image of your perfection

 If not the savior then the apple of your eye
 If not the masterpiece then a massacre in disguise
 I, I covet all these things
 The bird it knows the bee stings
 And then it dies, well, and then it dies

 Come on home, yeah come on home
 And come on home, yeah come on home