Take 4679, Part two, hour eight, hour eight
Yeah!

Heaven is a place here on your floor
I'm falling off the carpet edge
and it's a long way down, down
I laid before the monuments of love
Now I'm buried underneath them
So maybe when we're old or dead
Then we could all hang out
But probably not

No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway

So, tell me what I want
But only when I want
Tell me what I want
To hear (Now!)

You only see the dark side of my love (Lovе)
A fetish for the afterlifе, and dented microphones
Sharp enough to cut
Now our lips are bleeding from the touch
But you don't see the difference between
The color of the dry blood and the rust
Well so

Tell me what I want
But only when I want
Tell me what I want
To hear (Ahh!)
So, tell me what I want
But only when I want
Tell me what I want
To hear

What if I told you I'm phasing out
And I'm not wearing any skin?
I hope you leave a scar
Or can we just get deeper?

Heaven is a place we can't afford
And life goes on, and on, and the peace feels nice
Maybe I should find another ride 'cause

No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway

Tell me what I want
Only when I want
Tell me what I want
To hear
Tell me what I want
Only when I want
Tell me what I want
To hear