St. Elmo

Why don't you go home and rot? You and the kids you grew up with What good are my hundred-thousand eyes in the middle of the darkness? Some stories have a sad end Some sad stories have no fucking point Looking for where the good times went Down in the dirty with the old boys Sunshine on the sleeping dead Red ruby of my life Long lonely dream rockin' your bed Bleed your love out in the hot night If it was only us alive And I could never ever leave ya What good would be one-million lies? Nobody left to believe ya In the fire, we'll get together, locking eyes like lonely dancers In the fire when war is over, make believe I know the answers Omala, let's sleep together, omala make love to cancer Omala, let's sleep forever, ra-ma-ma-ma-ma, I know the answer