I fastened down the nails, thick and overgrown

And wrapped up like an embryo, it's turning into red from monotone

When the party died, we sang until we cried

Celebrate the bleary eyed. The king of everything has been dethroned

It makes us stoned. It keeps us stoned

It's always the same way, involving the same lines

When the bon fire died, we hung them out to dry

The chaperones to supervise could not contain the riot, so they let it roll

It makes us stoned, and keeps us stoned