You and I
may kill ourselves
You and I go straight to hell
Where they have barbeque and beer ,
better than they do up here, and you know, all the
words to the songs.
Hey, we smoke cigarettes,
we dance with the dead.
There's something to touch
We drink way too much
Darling, I think you'll like it here
You might like it here
You and I
We ain't no saints
We'll be the faces in the cloud s
We'll be a gospel singer's shout
We'll be the lights from
an airplane at night
Hey, I can't stay in my skin
I've been in here too long
I've nowhere to find
A really good time
And darling, I think you'll like it,
yeah
You might like it
I'm gonna fall in love
with everyone I meet
And everyone I see
And everything I touch
And everything I feel
Isn't that the way?
Isn't that the way it's
supposed to be?
Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
And the look upon your face,
the water on your lawn
The light from distant stars,
the wreckage of plane
The space between your teeth,
the itch you cannot scratch
The mentally unfit,
the pimple on your lip
isn't that the way?
it's supposed to
isn't that the way?
it's supposed to
isn't that the way?
It's supposed to be sent that way
I'm the ice cubes in your glass,
a busted
Cadillac
A garden of delight, a joker in your deck
Well it ain't in what I feel, no it ain't
in what I say
In the pleasure of a kiss,
it never fades
There's
Isn't that the way
It's supposed to be
It's supposed to be
Isn't that the way
It's supposed to be
Isn't that the way
you