Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends I want to be dead with my friends Wide-eyed, brilliant, dynamic rest I want to be dead with my friends I want to be dead with my friends When the iron sharpens the iron [3x] Sharpens the iron I want to be dead with my friends I want to be dead with my friends A vulgar, loud, unforgettable end I want to be dead with my friends Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts Against this, even gods fight violently in vain What chance could we have stood? We're the last of the lost But now we are the first of the fashionably late Loved ones decompose You'll dance around their bones Most of us are wholly ghosts All of us are wholly ghosts Loved ones decompose You'll dance around their bones Most of us are wholly ghosts All of us are wholly ghosts We made the scene when we made a scene And though it was brief, it meant everything Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints Against this, even boys fight violently in vain What chance could we have stood We're the last of the lost But now we're the first of the fashionably late I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave [3x] You were all there with me [3x]