I havent lived a day of my life apart from
We are capable of the kind of love
I am capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated
Fuck, yeah, were gonna party tonight
Concede him the microphone let him sing
The one that everyones read about
And I can be it bigger than you needed it
I know why you came here
And its sickening what youve come here today to celebrate
Give us your headline hymns and your saddest verse
In honor of the spokesman weve fixated to the floor
Ive been twice picked over
Every thought Ive authorized had curdled
Ive been drawn and quartered
I can say it better than you felt it
But neither of us will get what you want out of me
And we all know youre proficient in the idioms of grief
And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave
We all cater to the fire
This room has one too many laureates so Im keeping my peace
Once the walls come rushing down for shame
Youre not partnered with the half-hearted anymore
Ive been fatted up for the guillotines
Sweet talker, youre goddamn right Im a blessed lamb
Ive been spoiled rotten
Our weary heads are splitting at the seams
About which only the petrified can speak
I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines
The triumph of the frauds to all his loyal psycho-fanatics
Ill spark de-evolution
I can show you all how to have a good time
Our legs are spread wide open
Not everything is poetry but I cant convince you of that
Every candidate ends his life with a cliche
