Champing at the Bit

We drew a crowd

The crowd drew blood

Fawning swindlers

There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized

There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized

Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen?

Take him away, get him against the wall for the witness

This is doom in a borrowed suit

It's a pick up line at a funeral

Cannibals along side the catwalk

But it's okay, we've got old blood

And our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again

New love is tasteless

We're wearing down

We're wearing down

This is the year of the party crashers

What is charm?

Where are the heroics?

What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics?

Designer imposters find us twitching in the claws of the snake

A fin is circling around the floor

It appears we've lost our way

Now the tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore

Get inside

Get inside

Someone's yelling fire

Someone yelling fire

Someone yelling fire in the theater

Oh, dear God, everybody stay calm

Tell your husband that his scream invited it in

The horsemen are crashing through the gates

Crashing through the gates

We had better learn to play dead

Our hands are reeking of rapture

It's dripping from our chin, the tragedy of infant hearts

But it's okay

We've got old blood

And our hair is woven to the same hotel again

New love is tasteless

We're wearing down

We're wearing down

This is the year of the party crashers

It's you and me

For the first time in history, we're history

'Cause it's you and me

For the first time in history, we're history

'Cause it's you and me

For the first time in history, we're history