I fastened down the nails, thick and overgrown
and wrapped up like an embryo, it's turning into red from monotone.
When the party died, we sang until we cried.
Celebrate the bleary eyed. The king of everything has been dethroned.
It makes us stoned. It keeps us stoned.
It's always the same way, involving the same lines.
When the bon fire died, we hung them out to dry.
The chaperones to supervise could not contain the riot, so they let it roll.
It makes us stoned, and keeps us stoned.
and wrapped up like an embryo, it's turning into red from monotone.
When the party died, we sang until we cried.
Celebrate the bleary eyed. The king of everything has been dethroned.
It makes us stoned. It keeps us stoned.
It's always the same way, involving the same lines.
When the bon fire died, we hung them out to dry.
The chaperones to supervise could not contain the riot, so they let it roll.
It makes us stoned, and keeps us stoned.