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