Ahhh... Men

Staring out the window of our tour bus

and it's just the horny driver and us.

Sit and trade wit, and smoke and we cuss

talking about our friendly border drug bust.

And I know the future's cloudy and gray

record like mine, give up or go gay.

You're looking down at me with blue and black eyes

pissing down a storm from purple night skies.

ah-uh-huh, ah-uh-huh, ah-haa, ah-uh-huh

And I know the concept's muddy and trite

that all that is large and all that is slight

is flowing in the stream of holy flood lights

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 I'm just a sperm begat from your love

basking in the bread, the blood of your dove

ah-uh-huh, ah-uh-huh, ah-haa, ah-uh-huh

Can I lie with you in your grave?

Can I lie with you in your grave?

There's 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 our room with a view and a window to hell.

Where those who buried bodies in their barrels of fun

will be marched through museums that display what they've done.

They'll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin

where we'll reluctantly let them in.

So can I lie in your grave, at 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 our room with a view and a window to hell.

Where those who buried bodies in their barrels of fun

will be marched through museums that display what they've done.

They'll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin

where we'll reluctantly let them in.

So can I lie in your grave?

(Can I lie with you in your grave?) (2x)

So can I lie in your grave?

(Can I lie with you in your grave?) (2x)

So can I lie in your grave?