Shut down the gospel singers and
Turn up the old heartbreakers
I’m dying to tell you that I’m dying here
Throw up the sickly joy and I’ll
Swallow the sweet self-loathing I’m
Just dying to be unhappy again

Oh where love won’t grow
Oh I’ll build my home
And if happiness won’t come to me
Hand me the nitrous gas
Leave the acute warm heartedness
Go where the joyless bastard lives
He’s dying to bring you down with him
Suck in the bright red major key
Spit out the blue minor misery
I’m dying to bring you down with me

Oh, oh, oh, oh
But if happiness won’t come to me
Hand me the nitrous gas
You can keep all of your oxygen
Hand me the nitrous gas
If happiness won’t live with me
I think I can live with that
Keep all of your oxygen
Hand me the nitrous gas