Tapestry

And what a fucking waste of a day

We just lay around and waste away

Because when that sun goes down it's bottoms up

We try to reach the bottom of the endless cup

Everybody's getting older, but no one's growing up

As the weather's getting colder, the room starts heating up

Cam's hair just keeps falling out and Chris just keeps getting fatter

But from where I sit now, on this rickety stool

None of that shit really matters because

This is our Versailles

Palace on the swamp

Listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want

What matters the most is the bad joke ghost

Circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt

Never forming pleasantry

I'm so drunk I can't feel a thing

Pledge your allegiance to the fucking swamp king

Drunk as hell

Dumb as all get out

So pucker up those pretty lips of yours and

Kiss my ass and shut your mouth

Sometimes a knife right through your heart is exactly what you need

Sometimes the things that your ashamed of make you who you're supposed to be

Listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want

We'll remain here

We'll remain here forever and always

What matters the most is the backdrop ghost

circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt

We'll remain here

We'll remain here forever (always)

Like a million other soldiers on a thousand other battlefields we wait

Wait for the dawn

Like a million other soldiers yes we wait

This is our Versailles

Palace on the swamp

This is our Versailles