In a Vacuum

Bruised ribs, chapped lips
Heavy breathing in the backroom
Small hips, loose grip
Making love in a vacuum

Oh, atom bombs still rehearse
Just to make sure that they work

So darling, throw my clothes down the stairs
And call me a son of a bitch
Breathe in all that sex in the air
While she’s looking down, biting her lip
And you said I looked like an angel
When that cigarette smoke
Circled my head like a halo
What a cruel joke
Well, haha

Small sins, pale skin
Singing psalms in the backroom
Short tryst, clenched fists
Torn apart in a vacuum

Oh, there were some terrible crimes
But that night was the worst of mine

So darling, throw my clothes down the stairs
And call me a son of a bitch
Strap me in the electric chair
While you’re looking down, flipping the switch
Oh, and we looked like angels
With that thick smoke
Circling like halos
What a cruel joke
But this one never gets old

When I went out
I went out just looking for trouble
When you went out
You went out looking for an excuse

And that’s the truth, ’cause you were laughing, too

So darling, throw my clothes down the stairs
And call me a son of a bitch
We’re laughing in the electric chair
With a long stick, trying to flip the switch
Yeah, now we’re fucking angels
With that thick smoke
Circling like halos
What a wonderful joke

Yeah, I’ve been looking for trouble
I’ve been looking for you
Yeah, I’ve been looking for trouble
Oh, I’ve been looking for you