Into the cold   Into the pouring rain   Never to be seen again   We’re bruised and broken   I don’t care   Cause the tears that smear your makeup   Make you beautiful   To cupid’s poison arrows      Our bodies keep sweating   We’ve got the perfect weapon   Our bodies keep sweating   We’ve got the perfect weapon   We’ve got the perfect weapon      I shiver and shake like a rattle   More high strung than a gallows   And if I wake up tomorrow   There’s no stopping me   Because there’s a cure and it’s more   And these cold sweats simply salt the earth   In a doctrinaire’s dogmatic   Pitch black past      Our bodies keep sweating   We’ve got the perfect weapon   Our bodies keep sweating   We’ve got the perfect weapon   We’ve got the perfect weapon      Oh but it’s not all just   Snake oil and smoke and mirrors   Cause I’ve Stalin’d your face   From the photographs      Our bodies keep sweating   We’ve got the perfect weapon