Oh, baby, would you move just a bit out the way I could getcha, getcha, getcha, on the next rainy day I've got a lot of things to do and places to go Baby I bought us a tiny twin bed But I lost it, I lost it, I lost my head And I saw your fucking blood drip on the floor And the veins wont bleed if I make them bleed And the heart won't pump quite right And you know that I'd do anything Just for you to stay the night ♪ Well I'll get a job cleaning stains off of sheets And you can go work at the store down the street And you won't resent me for being so mean And I'll learn my fucking place maybe And you know that I think that I'm better off dead But I promise, I promise, I wont go to bed If I'm bleeding from the bed down to the carpet And there's nowhere else that I'd rather be But just right here in your arms And I think I'll stay alive If you just keep me away from the dark From the dark, from the dark, from the dark From the dark, from the dark, from the dark Woo! Fuck, fuck Ah! Ah! And I'll stay right here on my little throne And I won't think of your eyes And I'll let you lay me down in a twin bed of lies