Moonlight goes out across the deadline
I picked apart your brittle sun
The bastard tossed along the breadline
I can't wait for kingdom come

Your pain it does not move me
I dance with it cheek to cheek

[Chorus]
Refrain, I'll do what suits me
Already buried in the bleak

(Instrumental Break)

You used [?] across the fruitless
Posture of another skin
And we hold on to what is useless
And make believe that we are king

Each frame of this bad movie
It seems to last about a week

[Chorus]
Refrain, I'll do what suits me
Already buried in the bleak