free from the lab for a fortnight   hanging out your window   bitter like a cold breeze   nipping as your hands freeze   screaming at your lungs top   taht we've got the gun again   while you were screaming for perfection I was in shock,   hanging from a roof top swinging like a parasite in the wind   hearing over tree tops thinking that we've finally won again   yes we've got the gun again   and you're ripping out the pages of this stolen diary   we'll burn them as we read them so no one else can see   cause we know how it feels to be left alone   why won't you save from the roof top, baby?   cause we've got the gun again   we're jabbing and weaving like a rent-a-cop, baby   cause we've finally won again   we've got the gun again   consume yourself in darkness and your blinding flashing lights   attach yourself to tubes that will save you all through the night   the curtain closes what the audience sees on the outside   why won't you save from the roof top, baby?   cause we've got the gun again   save me from the rooftop; swinging in the wind like a parasite in the night   ripping out the pages in this broken diary   cause we've got the gun again   we know how it feels   cause we've got the gun again