Lungs

Our living room is filled with smoke From last Thursday's inaugural ball My bronchus are too bunged up The old curtains smell like hell And my clothes are soaking sweat All of our friends were in trouble It seemed like a good time to waste our brains Feed me with poison or smash my head to the wall That way I will finally rest I used to love having people around Chatting, smoking, getting drunk I used to care about how I looked Watch my composure all night through But I don't feel that way no more It doesn't seem fair, not at all Our living room is filled with smoke From last Thursday's inaugural ball My bronchus are too bunged up The old curtains smell like hell And my clothes are soaking sweat And my clothes are soaking sweat I used to love having people around Chatting, smoking, getting drunk I used to care about how I looked Watch my composure all night through But I don't feel that way no more It doesn't seem fair, not at all Secret messages from above That talk of gatherings and open doors No happy hour tonight we close Our heads are aching our stomachs burst Rusted lungs, damaged throats I'm afraid this can't get worse Bodies and house are decomposed All of our friends were in trouble It seemed like a good time to waste our brains Feed me with poison or smash my head to the wall That way I will finally rest