Perfect Weapon

Into the cold
Into the pouring rain
Never to be seen again
We're bruised and broken
I don't care
Cause the tears that smear your makeup
Make you beautiful
To cupid's poison arrows

Our bodies keep sweating
We've got the perfect weapon
Our bodies keep sweating
We've got the perfect weapon
We've got the perfect weapon

I shiver and shake like a rattle
More high strung than a gallows
And if I wake up tomorrow
There's no stopping me
Because there's a cure and it's more
And these cold sweats simply salt the earth
In a doctrinaire's dogmatic
Pitch black past

Our bodies keep sweating
We've got the perfect weapon
Our bodies keep sweating
We've got the perfect weapon
We've got the perfect weapon

Oh but it's not all just
Snake oil and smoke and mirrors
Cause I've Stalin'd your face
From the photographs

Our bodies keep sweating
We've got the perfect weapon