The earth is filth
The air is ash
The sun's an open wound
And you and I
You and I are trash
Let's blow each other to pieces
Let's have a blast
I want you to deplete me
Use me well
Do it hard and fast
Treat me like the trash I am
I wanna be the object of your passion
Only you can understand
It don't matter, treat me bad
Make me happy or make me sad
Give me an excuse
Give me some action
I visit places
Where I had good times
Where I momentarily forgot
About penance for my crimes
God was here
A long time ago
Don't bother calling him
Cause he don't answer
Numbers he don't know
He treats me like the trash I am
How I long to be the object of his passion
But he throws me out upon my ass
I will keep on running back
He's got a temper, but I don't mind that
Cause he gives me meaning
Gives me some action
I worry I'm addicted
I worry I can't stop
I wanna be important
I wanna win
I wanna be on top
And nothing makes me better
I can't be moved
My outlook is at odds with your advice
And neither can be proved
Would I know joy if it slapped me
Would I know happiness if it happened
Or would I toss it right back
Saying who are you
Don't make fun of me
Come back when you know how to love me
Give me something real
Give me some action