i guess we met a couple a bona fide angels but they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued and now we re trying to match their mouths to the screams match their heads to their dreams everybody s searching out the softest seat all dolled up for the funeral feast everyone s stabbing at the biggest piece clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat now i m not really sure we were lovers or if it was just some kind of car crash and now we re trying to find a dna match to match their heads to their hats everybody s reaching for the sharpest knife legs wide open on the opening night everybody s bathing in the laser lights clever kids screwing with some new device sunday morning sidewalks splattered feverish in stylish tatters damn this used to sting like grammar i remember when it mattered can t get over what s transpired left home virgins came back vampires belt it out like back scratched choirs we re either dead or really tired everybody s coming on their navy sheets everybody s coming on their navy sheets everybody wants to suck on something sweet everybody s coming on their navy sheets everybody s coming on their navy sheets everybody s coming on their navy sheets1