Yeah, you look good in that black light,
Clothes gold like a mirror,
Wanna see my reflection
Your hands up like a question,
Wanna get close, whisper something awful,
I don't think the sugar cube told it to me
I know when they come to dig us up,
I know what they'll find
Skeletons dancing,
At the scene of the crime
[instrumental break]
I, I, I, I, I, I
I, I, I, I, I, I
I think I know what you're thinking:
I run my mouth too much
"That's low-pH talk. Big visions, huh?"
Yeah, well I see plastic & gla** in shards,
Actinides, twisted steel reply
They're gonna know us by the hell of it,
In that groove like a burial,
Can you get down to it?
I don't think the sugar cube told it to me
I don't think the sugar cube told it to me
(x3)
I know when they come to dig us up,
I know what they'll find
Skeletons dancing,
At the scene of the crime