Designer imposters find us twitching in the claws of the snake
Cannibals along side the catwalk
New love is tasteless
It appears we've lost our way
What is charm?
We've got old blood
This is doom in a borrowed suit
This is the year of the party crashers
For the first time in history, we're history
A fin is circling around the floor
Get inside
We're wearing down
Someone yelling fire in the theater
It's a pick up line at a funeral
We had better learn to play dead
Fawning swindlers
It's you and me
Someone's yelling fire
There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized
And our hair is woven to the same hotel again
It's dripping from our chin, the tragedy of infant hearts
Take him away, get him against the wall for the witness
Crashing through the gates
We're wearing down
Tell your husband that his scream invited it in
But it's okay
We're wearing down
Someone yelling fire
There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized
Now the tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore
Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen?
And our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again
But it's okay, we've got old blood
Our hands are reeking of rapture
Get inside
The horsemen are crashing through the gates
'Cause it's you and me
'Cause it's you and me
New love is tasteless
Oh, dear God, everybody stay calm
For the first time in history, we're history
Where are the heroics?
What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics?
We're wearing down
This is the year of the party crashers
