there's nothing we can do
no sense in it
the way things are

I love you
with a sky full of stars
but the sky's full of missiles

we'll all be dead soon
and a half-life
will slip into our bed

so it doesn't matter
who's right or wrong
we're only atoms to be split

o babie hold me close
and say it is allright
that it's not my fault

it's BUSH who lies
who beats you when he's drunk
and fucks your sister

who forgets to feed the cat
who gets high on coke
and snores all night

under a sky full of stars
dreaming of mega-death
and excuses for love