And what a fucking waste of a day We just lay around and waste away Because when that sun goes down it's bottoms up We try to reach the bottom of the endless cup
Everybody's getting older, but no one's growing up
As the weather's getting colder, the room starts heating up
Kev's hair just keeps falling out and Chris just keeps getting fatter But from where I sit now, on this rickety stool, None of that shit really matters because This is our Versailles Palace on the swamp
Listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want What matters the most is the backdrop ghost circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt
Never forming pleasantry
I'm so drunk I can't feel a thing
Pledge your allegiance to the fucking swamp king
Drunk as hell Dumb as all get out So pucker up those pretty lips of yours and Kiss my ass and shut your mouth
Sometimes a knife right through your heart is exactly what you need Sometimes the things that your ashamed of make you who you're supposed to be
Listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want We'll remain here We'll remain here forever and always What matters the most is the backdrop ghost circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt We'll remain here We'll remain here forever (always)
Like a million other soldiers on a thousand other battlefields we wait Wait for the dawn Like a million other soldiers yes we wait
This is our Versailles Palace on the swamp This is our VersaillesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
