I'm split open
Waiting for no one
Don't have a way to survive
It's not your love that I'm unsure of
I never wanted to die
But oh, the last picture show
That has ever returned us
Take our picture so that we know
That you've heard of us
And burned us
You think it's easy, feeling queasy
And never sleeping at night
Every so often, step from my coffin
And mama, that isn't right
But oh, the last picture show
That has ever returned us
Take our picture so that we know
That you've heard of us
And burned us
I don't have the wisdom
To try to rise up like a phoenix
And paint my face white
I act like I'm dressed out of time
And creep like a ghost that's on fire
But oh, the last picture show
That has ever returned us
Take our picture so that we know
That you've heard of us
This room's a cancelled show
That has buried and burned us
What if you're just a clone
A bag of bones and buttons
The sound it splinters so much
It turns into dust
Like the last picture show
That has ever returned us
And burned us
