Is there anything that I need to say

That hasn't been said before?


I have been polite for too long


Why should I be anymore?




Better now than never, better loud than clever


Better just to play the fool, it's times like this

When you just close your eyes and kiss


'Cause everything after this is just bull%#@! and being cruel




So hold me up, I'm going out


And don't wait up, I won't be coming home




If you lay me down in concrete fields


Will I dream of grass and opera?


This is the sound and how it feels

To be dead





In the end there will be fire and brimstone

And no one will be there to answer the telephone


You are the only one I'll miss


You are the only answer at a time like this




She is the trick of my trade


She is the thing that can't be made

She is gold and nothing less


And she is fearless




So hold me up, we're going out


And don't wait up, we won't be coming home




You hold it in your hand


You keep it in your heart


You hide it in your head

And you use it when you have to





She is the trick of my trade

These are the things that can't be made


Stay yourself and nothing less

Stay fearless