Your army's running scared  you haven't got a chance  the preacher starts to preach  but the man with the gun  is still trying to make you dance    the doctors tell you the air is too proud  to fill up the one good lung  you've got left now  don't you know  love's a funny thing  i signed a suicide pact  when you put on that ring    you realize that your god is dead  it's the fifth one you've tried this month  you try to wrap your head around it  and as he goes  he leaves his mark  whether needle holes or knife scars  it turns a mother's love to scorn    can you tell me  what is your drug of choice  is it the mirror, your fingers, or your voice    you with the sign  that says the time is now  it's the end of the world  will you show it how