You Dress Up for Armageddon

You swing your ride, ride baby, ride, ride, don't swing it at me
You've been tortured, impaled with the blade
You know, you gotta keep 'em believing
You swing your ride, ride baby, ride, ride, don't swing it at me

Today he's there, but tomorrow he's gone
(Tell, tell me more)

Or not believe you no more

But it's not for me, no I disagree
I hear you're one in a million

There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding

There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
I dress up for the summer
'Cause I heard you before when you said
All in all, I'm sick of you, yeah
I dress up for the summer
Who's that playing with the microphone?
There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
'Cause I heard you before when you said
But there's a million of you
Hey now, you got their attention
But as a matter of fact, would they believe you
You stay alive that's devoid of meaning

I dress up for the summer

(Tell me more)
But I disagree and I heard you before when you said
You dress up for Armageddon
You dress up for Armageddon

(Tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell me more)
You dress up for Armageddon

But it's not for me, no I disagree
Your lips are moving, you go on and on and on and on and on
(Tell me more)