Me and Alan Vega were moving through your mind
I was born in 1988, those days were fine
Now the year is 2011, boy we're having a time
Fill your cup with diet soda, think of Suicide
Here we are young and undressed
Water-filled eyes are unwept
Take a small sip of my breath, younger, sober
Count how many times I've touched you
Does it really even help us?
Do I even make you feel less empty, hungry?
If I died and was born again would you be my bride?
Would we meet as total strangers locked in hopeless lives?
Now the year is 2011, boy we're having a time
Feast your eyes on devastation
Think of victimless crime
Here we are young and sun-tanned
Paranoid eyes, unknown lands
Take a small sip of what they offer to you
Count how many times you've loved one
Was it real or was it just fun?
Are these really faces you love, empty, hollow?
Me and Alan Vega were moving through your mind
I was born in 1988, those days were fine
Now the year is 2011, boy we're having a time
Fill your cup with diet soda think of Suicide
