To make the point again is moot
Even, though I, still miss, your lips
Ten years later sighed, what a shame
Your cold eyes of Coney Island sand
So we electrocute
So we electrocutes
Everyone we knew said it too
So proud, to be, by your side
That's when even strangers knew our names
We were, a team, no one, denied
We were electrocute
How on you I've wasted my youth
Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man