Ahhh...Men

Staring out the window of our tour bus

and its just the horny driver and us

Sit and trade Witt, smoke and we cuss

talking about our friendly border drug bust

and i know the future is cloudy and grey

record like mine give up or go gay

Your looking down on me with blue and black eyes

Pissing down a storm from purple night skies



Uh huh..uhh huh, huh uh.



And i know the concepts muddy and shrite

that all that is large and all that is slight

is flowing in the stream of holy floodlights

writing holy books, lord knows we bite

but if this is your will and my testament

i will bow to no belief that they bent

still im just a sperm begat from your love

basking in the bread, the blood of your dove



Uh huh..uhh huh, huh uh.



Can I lie with you in your grave ( x2 )



Theres a crack in the edge at the end of the world

Where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl

Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell

In a room with a view and a window to hell

With those who bury bodies in the barrels of fun

Will be marched in museums that display what they've done

Will be shot up to the sky by a cannon of sin

who will reluctantly let them in



So can i lie in your grave at the edge of the end of the world

Where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl

Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell

In a room with a view and a window to hell

With those who bury bodies in the barrels of fun

Will be marched in museums that display what they've done

Will be shot up to the sky by a cannon of sin

who will reluctantly let them in



So can i lie in your grave?

Can i lie with you in with you in your grave? ( x2 )

So can i lie in your grave?

Can i lie with you in your grave? ( x2 )

So can i lie in your grave?