A creature made of sunshine 
 Her eyes were like the sky 
 Rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby 
 The scalpel shines in God's sunshine 
 Street lights whisper pain 
 Down here near the poison stream 
 Our God has gone insane 
    She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair 
 With blood on her hands into the Sun she stares 
 She feels it die, I heard her cry   
 Like the scream of the butterfly   
 Sunshine, a house in flames 
 She likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same 
 Surgery in the house of dissection 
 When your candle burns out I will resurrect you 
 She runs through fields of daisies 
 Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies 
 Who cares? 'Cause the air is free 
 When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?   
 There's blood on the Moon and the summer is cold 
 There's love in the room but, baby, that's gettin' old 
 There's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore 
 A highway of emptiness and I'm gettin' bored   
 There's blood on the Moon as we plan our escape 
 The goddess in bloom, handcuffed and raped 
 There's blood in the bathtub, baby, murder the king 
 There's blood on the Moon 
 There's blood on just about everything   
 Sunshine, a house in flames 
 She likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same 
 Surgery in the house of dissection 
 When your candle burns out I will resurrect you 
 She runs through fields of daisies 
 Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies 
 Who cares? 'Cause the air is free 
 When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?   
 Something cold is forced inside her 
 A tear spills down her cheek 
 Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer 
 Hymns of the needle freak 
 With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care 
 Her dreams are liquid blue 
 I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you   
 She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair 
 With blood on her hands into the Sun she stares 
 She feels it die, I heard her cry   
 Like the scream of the butterfly 
 Like the scream of the butterfly   
 I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun 
 Wanted by the FBI 
 We dropped some acid, killed our parents 
 Then we hit the road   
 Like the scream of the butterfly