Yeah, you look good in that black light
Clothes gold like a mirror
Wanna see my reflection
Your hands up like a question
Wanna get close, whisper something awful
I don't think the sugar cube told it to me

I know when they come to dig us up
I know what they'll find
Skeletons dancing
At the scene of the crime

[instrumental break]

I, I, I, I, I, I
I, I, I, I, I, I

I think I know what you're thinking
I run my mouth too much
"That's low-ph talk. Big visions, huh? "
Yeah, well I see plastic & glass in shards
Actinides, twisted steel reply

They're gonna know us by the hell of it
In that groove like a burial
Can you get down to it?
I don't think the sugar cube told it to me
I don't think the sugar cube told it to me

(x3)
I know when they come to dig us up
I know what they'll find
Skeletons dancing
At the scene of the crime

[instrumental break]