Bad America The Gun Club

I thought I heard you
In my room last night
Lonely lemur calls
In my walls last night

When I was all alone, in the palm drunken night
When I was all alone, bejeweled in the night

Pulsing we are hearts, but bleeding unlike diamonds
Tying up ourselves, but bleeding unlike diamonds

And it's bad
But, it is Bad America
Under the western sky...

I looked up another thousand times
You colored my world violence
You made me warm when you hit me
With a nail in my arm

I was all alone, I could have die there
I was all alone, and I did not care

But, for a burning second, of red love in the dark
But, for my burning hands, grasping in the dark