You're feelin' tired, I know three's a crowd
But if I bring along a friend it'll be fine for now
Man, I can't help it, I'm just always in the middle
Read the bible in the evening, hang with demons on the weekend

After you, I don't know what I believe in
After you, hell should be easy
After you, I don't know what I believe in
After you, hell should be easier

(Gotta, gotta, gotta get out if you wanna get in, woo)
Follow that little red bouncin' ball
As it bounced round the galaxy, came back to us all
The little bit he learned about the outer space is
It's gotta destroy before it creates

After you, I don't know what I believe in
After you, hell should be easy
After you, I don't know what I believe in
After you, hell would be easier

I'm the golden baby born into the center
Mother was a gun and I fed nature to the beggars
Always talkin' but the kids never listen
They die in the evening, become demons for the weekend

After you, I don't know what I believe in
After you, hell should be easy
After you, I don't know what I believe in
After you, hell would be easier

Tides that take the sand
I'm atomic man, I'm the moon that pulls
The tides that take the sand
I'm atomic man, I'm the moon that pulls
The tides that take the sand
I'm atomic man, I'm the moon that pulls
The tides that take the sand

I'm atomic man, I'm the moon that pulls
The tides that take the sand
I'm atomic man, I'm the moon that pulls
The tides that take the sand
I'm atomic man, I'm the moon that pulls
The tides that take the sand

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Writer(s): Brian Joseph Burton, John Baldwin Gourley