[Verse 1]
Raven found herself a skinny skin stiletto
In the middle of a crowd, she needs a number
Fabricating passion for her painted fellows
In the middle of a crowd, she needs a lover

[Chorus]
And I want to know
Why are we breaking bottles when this well is running dry?
Drunk on aerosol shithole paradise
Keep them guessing
Make them sweat it out all at once

[Post-Chorus]
We've always been
I think I'm better than them

[Verse 2]
Spirits thick as thieves, the building speaks in riddles
In the middle of a crowd, it needs a number
Sharpening its teeth, the spirits' weeping widows
In the middle of a crowd, there are no others

[Chorus]
And I want to know
Why are we breaking bottles when this well is running dry?
It's the great, subliminal entertainment device
With teeth, building living ghosts
Be calm, be calm, you riders on the storm!
[Refrain]
See it for the shadowbox cannibal dance distraction
See it for the tired smoke-and-mirror display
See it for a crimson neon stained-glass refraction
See it for what it is, not what you want it to be

[Bridge]
Leave a little leather-bound Miranda in the doorway
So she won't say a thing
Make a little miserable scene out of her
I thought we were
I thought we had gone

[Verse 3]
Oh, spare the din, your chloroform refrain
Pack away those old euphoria grenades
Look at all of them reaching
Look at all of those hands
Pulling, grabbing, pushing, in the interest of an understanding wasteland

[Outro]
Winslow, oh, Winslow
Don't look away now