protest the hero
tapestry
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 you're 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 Versailles