You Dress Up For Armageddon

Hey, believe me, I have seen your sort before You're all of the history, like dust on the kitchen floor (Tell me more) Your lips are moving, you go on and on and on and on and on You swing your ride, ride baby, ride, ride, don't swing it at me But it's not for me, no I disagree 'Cause I heard you before when you said There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding You dress up for Armageddon I dress up for the summer Hey now, you got their attention You know, you gotta keep 'em believing But as a matter of fact, would they believe you Or not believe you no more (Tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell me more) I hear you're one in a million (Tell me more) But there's a million of you (Tell, tell me more) You swing your ride, ride baby, ride, ride, don't swing it at me But it's not for me, no I disagree 'Cause I heard you before when you said There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding You dress up for Armageddon I dress up for the summer Who's that playing with the microphone? Today he's there, but tomorrow he's gone But I disagree and I heard you before when you said There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding You dress up for Armageddon I dress up for the summer You've been tortured, impaled with the blade You stay alive that's devoid of meaning All in all, I'm sick of you, yeah Man made such a, man made such a bummer