Desperate Pleasures - Every Time I Die

Wheel out your god, these are desperate times

Talk to your mother, these are desperate times

Dance with your lover, these are desperate times

Surrender yourself, these are desperate times

Wheel out your god, these are desperate times

Talk to your mother, these are desperate times

Dance with your lover, these are desperate times

Surrender yourself, these are desperate times

Wheel out your god, these are desperate times

Talk to your mother, these are desperate times

Dance with your lover, these are desperate times

Surrender yourself, these are desperate times

Fight for their lives, fight for their lives

The hopeless are useless in desperate times

You got it bad?

Try having passion

Try still believing that some good will happen

Though nothing ever has

And nothing ever will

'Cause nothing ever can

It’s almost unbearable

Honestly?

Terrible

We’re in the golden age of bastards

We’re living in the golden age of bastards, bastards

Despairing is painless and peace is a lie

You should try loving man while fucking hating mankind

It rips you apart

You got an atheist praying for judgement day

Enough to make an atheist pray for judgement day

The great American sob story

A sad S.O.B story

A holy man who kills what cannot be saved

At war with a villain, you can’t call a truce

You put down your weapon but now he’s got two

A liar’s a liar, take him at his word

Forever rebelling against the absurd

The world made us sick

How can it heal us?

The world made us sick

How can it heal us?

The world made us sick

How can it heal us?

The world made us sick

How can it heal us?

We can not be saved

By the men digging graves

We can not be saved

By the men digging graves

In desperate times, desperate times

Hey, look on the bright side

There’s nowhere but up from a canyon in hell

Look on the bright side

There’s nowhere but up from a canyon in hell