The Celibate Rifles Follow

Teach me how to live, 'cause I know to die
Opalescent eyes on my kitchen floor
Took too much now, she don't have to take anymore

Was she going to or coming from?
Drowning in the river where the red rose runs
Was it in her background in her home?
Was lonely with smack better than being alone?

A modern sacrifice, oh how romantic
She's always telling me, my life's so tragic

She don't come around my back door
Don't come around here like she used to before
Ice blue fingers on my window pane
Tell me that I won't see her again

She'd laugh and say I wonder what it's like to die
She says there's no love here, don't ask me why
I can't find a reason for the things I do
It's so boring for me, is it boring for you?

A modern sacrifice, oh how romantic
She's always telling me, my life's so tragic

Teach me how to live, 'cause I know to die
Opalescent eyes on my kitchen floor