I want to be dead with my friends I want to be dead with my friends Wide-eyed brilliant I want to be dead with my friends I want to be dead with my friends When the iron sharpens the iron When the iron sharpens the iron When the iron sharpens the iron sharpens the iron I want to be dead with my friends I want to be dead with my friends Mother load unforgettable hand I want to be dead with my friends When boredom sees the beating of our purple hearts Against this even gods fight violently in vain What chance could we have stood We're the last of the lost but now we're the first of the fashionably late Loved ones decompose You'll dance around their bones Most of us are holy ghosts All of us are holy ghosts Loved ones decompose You'll dance around their bones Most of us are holy ghosts All of us are holy ghosts We made the scene when we made a scene And though it was brief it meant everything Oh what a pity now they're bound to make us saints Oh what a pity now they're bound to make us saints Against this even boys fight violently in vain What chance could we have stood We're the last of the lost but now we're the first of the fashionably late I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave You were all there with me You were all there with me You were all there with me