Fever, Drugs, 
Money, Blood 
Is it bad to love? 
I got no faith in these dogs or my chance of survival, ho-hum 
I got no cure for these kids or their cancerous rivalry 
So dumb they go and go again 
I got no need for these clothes when you get my blood boiling 
My friend, 
I got no way to feel bad while your tree of life grows in it, it grows in it 
We get so high, we get so low 
We get so high, we get so low 
We were dinosaurs in the end 
We were dinosaurs in the end 
We were carnivore to pretend 
Like we'd opt out of survival 
In lieu of some revival pretense 
Got this belly of salt and a mouth full of glass teeth 
I'm a fix, 
I'm a junkie, 
I'm a pirate 
I'm a love maker, falling 
We get so high, we get so low 
We were dinosaurs in the end 
We were dinosaurs in the end 
We were carnivore to pretend 
Like we'd opt out of survival 
In lieu of some revival pretense 
Some revival pretense 
Some revival pretense 
We were dinosaurs in the end 
We were dinosaurs in the end 
We were carnivore to pretend 
Like we'd opt out of survival 
In lieu of some revival pretense 
Fever, Drugs, 
Money, Blood 
Is it bad to love?