Blood Laughs

I called those numbers they said that you're not at home

So I'm calling up arms on the telephone

I know you have yours, you don't need mine

You've definitely pinned me the fool this time

and all things are coming down

all things are coming down

and this is a private funeral

your mouth full of blood laughs are bound to leave you all alone

and this is the painting that I will leave on the wall

you're soft and you're sweet but you didn't want

me to call

my, my

my, my

all things are coming down

all things are coming down

my, my

my, my