Choke, tried to wash you down with something strong Dry but the taste of blood remains Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars My, how they start to look the same So keep in happiness And torture me while I tell you, "Let's go in style." A million hooks around A million ways to die Darling, it's cold outside No, no more eyes to see the sun You slide into bed while I get drunk Slow conversations with a gun, mean more Than I've ever said to anyone, anyone So keep in happiness And torture me while I tell you, "Let's go in style." A million hooks around A million ways to die Darling, it's cold outside But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables Almost fought some bitch at the club Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes Well, fuck, what am I supposed to be, impressed? You're just another set of bones to lay to rest So I'll say goodnight. Hope you had a really good time, good time And I will soon forget the color of your eyes and you'll forget mine So keep in happiness And torture me while I tell you, "Let's go in style." A million hooks around A million ways to die Darling, it's cold outside But last night you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables