To be ingested inaccurately
When they lay down
Crashing through the parlor doors
Up and down the main drag
Synapse to synapse
When the casualty rate's
The complications cloud
From little boys wearing bow ties
And there isn't a pension
But they won't listen
Crashing through the parlor doors
You were the one, but I can't spit it out
To see who's
For second best or for hardly moving
Screaming, drunk, disorderly
The white routine
That I took were so real
I'll tell you mine
It's not the first time
And I'll contest
And family greetings
The white routine
And I kept distance
On your wedding, your wedding
Screaming, drunk, disorderly
Their parents bought them
What was your first reaction?
Near 100 percent
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake
The white routine
When the date's been set
I'm dressed up for free drinks
I'll tell you mine
When the date's been set
Making the racket
The postcards
The sneaky kids had attached
The fish will swim upstream
What was your first reaction?
To be ingested inaccurately
When the date's been set
You were the one but I can't spit it out
You were the one, but I can't spit it out
Your wedding date
Beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
As the girls with pigtails were running
"I'll catch you this time"
And blip through fiber optics
People would turn
