Oh, the fruit of love is poisoned at the pit of it
And the wine of love is sweet but laced with acid
And the drug of love brings visions and ecstasy
Then it knocks you on your ass and ruins everything

And the valley of love is filled with rattlesnakes
And the river of love is filled with toxic waste
And the ocean of love will never go calm
Until every shoreline town’s been swept away

And the winners may write the history
But the losers make the art
So while the rich make the laws, may we join hands all
To sing a carol for the bitter at heart

The satellite of love transmits dark secrets
That the government of love hides from its citizens
You can jump off the grid, but you’d better stay well hid
Or your fate will be worse than Siberian

And the car of love is a Pinto
And the house of love has countless trap doors
And there’s a room with no windows and a room made of broken glass,
And molasses covers every last floor

(chorus)

Lovers of the world, choke on your chocolates
And partners of the world, swallow your flowers
For every human soul will drift away alone
And some will practice all their living hours

For the candy of love is a sleeping pill
And the medicine of love is a sleeping pill
Take it from none but the one whom you trust
And the one whom you trust, you just mustn’t trust

(chorus)

When you thrust your body through fire
Count the ways that a fire might start
Take a deep breath and enjoy your little death
Then sing a carol for the bitter at heart

Oh, the winners may write the history
But the losers make the art
So while the rich make the laws, may we join hands all
To sing a carol for the bitter at heart