Is there anything that I need to say   That hasn't been said before?   I have been polite for too long   Why should I be anymore?      Better now than never, better loud than clever   Better just to play the fool, it's times like this   When you just close your eyes and kiss   'Cause everything after this is just bullshit and being cruel      So hold me up, I'm going out   And don't wait up, I won't be coming home      If you lay me down in concrete fields   Will I dream of grass and opera?   This is the sound and how it feels   To be dead      In the end there will be fire and brimstone   And no one will be there to answer the telephone   You are the only one I'll miss   You are the only answer at a time like this      She is the trick of my trade   She is the thing that can't be made   She is gold and nothing less   And she is fearless      So hold me up, we're going out   And don't wait up, we won't be coming home      You hold it in your hand   You keep it in your heart   You hide it in your head   And you use it when you have to      She is the trick of my trade   These are the things that can't be made   Stay yourself and nothing less   Stay fearless