This Party's Over

Wayward Sons

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The cross eyed and the fearless kid
Made a beeline for the city
Angry and contorted
From a wealth of self-made pity
Machine parts
Seized with rust and blood
And filthy underwear
As the sound of freedom echos
Through the shame and the despair

This party's over
This party's over
The lunatics
The maniacs
The no way backs'
Relaxed

The clock stopped just in time
To witness all the nosey parkers
Sealing lips with conjured tricks
That had their guts for garters

Turned out the lights
And made them crawl through
All their hallowed halls
To erase the bullet holes they'd placed

In the cemetery walls
This party's over
This party's over

There's no more cake left to eat
No more dancing in the streets
The cause celeb
The stones they bled
Left those there with no doubt
That the sugar-coated saccharine street zombies

Freaked right out
To beg for blood
Like toothless hags
In willy's scottish play
With nowhere left to hide
Except the stars and stripes brigade

This party's over
This party's over
The lunatics
The maniacs
The no way backs'
Relaxed

This party's over
This party's over
There's no more cake left to eat
No more dancing in the streets