The shape of a zodiac lung
Is beckoning like a bad christ
It hovers above your head
It´s pulling the world over my life
If you don´t hear a word I´m saying
You can´t cover it with your hair
You can´t hide it in your army coat
You´ve got the miltown demon stare
You forgot all the letters that you wrote
You can´t hear a word I´m saying
No you can´t hear a thing at all
When I die, it´ll be because of you
There I´ll lie and it´ll all point to you
It´s fuck ups like you that always seem to take it all
It´s fuck ups like you that never seem to go away
The shape of the zodiac lung
Is like the shape of the back of my hand
And I´ll knock you across this room
And I´ll bury my head in the sand
You won´t feel my love type baby
No you won´t feel a thing at all
When I die it´ll be because of you
There i´ll lie and it´ll all point to you
It´s fuck ups like you that always seem to get it all
It´s fuck ups like you that never seem to die
I don´t know why