This Party's Over

This party's over

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.¬