Blunt Force Trauma

And now it seems like the radio's on
Whistling purgatories all night long
And now it creeps, cause the florist is gone
Sharing all the flowers back at home

Oh-oh, oh-oh

I'll cry
I'll die
I'll be tremendous, don't you stop
But some words are just slipping from saying
Because of the blunt force trauma
I'll start over again

And now the dream is turning back into stone
Slash into the hiss of Jericho
And now the sky is turning grey right above
Find me in ether of stereo

Oh-oh, oh-oh

I'll cry
I'll die
I'll be tremendous, don't you stop
But some words are just slipping from saying
Because of the blunt force trauma
I'll start over again

So don't, don't pass me by
Because it's two of hearts to make
And please, carry my pride
Long live the king; the king is dead
Oh, oh

I'll cry
I'll die

I'll cry
I'll die
I'll be tremendous, don't you stop
But some words are just slipping from saying
Because of the blunt force trauma
I'll start over again

And now we're caught in a hole
Struck with death throes