Hungover in Jonestown

You are the hammer, I am the nail I'm building a house in the fire on the hill There is a string that leads me to hope I tie the noose, but you are the rope And it was a lie that got me in bed I am the dog, you are the shed I can't find the perk in the percocet When you're not around And this is the fight that taught me to feel If I am the drunk, you are the wheel So I drink 'til the night becomes another day And the day's just another little thing in our way No one ever chooses to be a flawed design But this life is a joke, and death is the punchline You are the queen and I am the rook You are the fire and I burn like a book I don't know how this one ends 'til I die And the honest part of reliable is the lie The greater the power, the more the abuse You are the hand, I worship the bruise If romance is dead, I guess I'm a necrophiliac Every god needs a sacrifice I am the cross, and you are the Christ So I drink 'til night becomes another day And the day's just another little thing in our way Something about the way you beat me down That I'll never learn You're the point of no return The pain in my chest, the stain on your dress The glass in my eye But this life is a joke, and death is the punchline La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh Life is a joke, and death is the punchline Oh, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh This life is a joke, and death is the punchline Oh, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh This life is a joke, and death is the punchline Oh, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh This life is a joke, and death is the punchline Oh, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh This life is a joke, and death is the punchline