Make some room for the afterlife
Golden gates, a happy wife
Nothing compares to the sound of your violence
Great destroyer, you plant the seed
Winner's guilt and the loser's grief, but
Nothing compares to the sound of their violence, no
No, nothing compares to the sound of their violence

Somewhere we're laughing in far away places instead
You'll say what you will when you know we're just hanging by a thread (Oh)
Take your time, take your time, don't lose your head

And all you pretty ones, you're sitting still
The getting's easy so have your fill, well
Nothing compares to the sound of your violence
Ain't it funny how the years go by?
Nothing changing long as we're alive, but
Nothing compares to the sound of our violence, no
Nothing compares to the sound of–

Somewhere we're laughing in far away places instead
You'll say what you will when you know we're just hanging by a thread