Oh, dear God, everybody stay calm
It's a pick up line at a funeral
We're wearing down
A fin is circling around the floor
'Cause it's you and me
This is the year of the party crashers
For the first time in history, we're history
Get inside
It's you and me
We're wearing down
We're wearing down
Our hands are reeking of rapture
The horsemen are crashing through the gates
This is doom in a borrowed suit
It's dripping from our chin, the tragedy of infant hearts
We've got old blood
'Cause it's you and me
For the first time in history, we're history
This is the year of the party crashers
What is charm?
We're wearing down
And our hair is woven to the same hotel again
But it's okay, we've got old blood
But it's okay
What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics?
For the first time in history, we're history
Someone yelling fire
We drew a crowd
Songwriters: Jordan Taylor Buckley, Keith Michael Buckley, Michael Novack, Andrew John Williams
There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized
Take him away, get him against the wall for the witness
Get inside
We had better learn to play dead
Publisher: RAM ISLAND SONGS
Someone's yelling fire
Tell your husband that his scream invited it in
The crowd drew blood
Someone yelling fire in the theater
Where are the heroics?
It appears we've lost our way
Crashing through the gates
Fawning swindlers
There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized
And our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again
Designer imposters find us twitching in the claws of the snake
New love is tasteless
Cannibals along side the catwalk
Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen?
New love is tasteless
Now the tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore