Fucking's Greatest Hits

Ring out the gong again!

Carve out this hymn in skin!

When the party blacks out again

You're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin

Slap the gong again!

Carve out this hymn in skin!

Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin

There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound

Glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends

And that birthday greeting on your face

Reads one more year of smiles faked. [x3]

Ring out the gong again!

Carve out this hymn in skin!

When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed

Those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed

And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion

From the living room into your fathers swimming pool

You're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel

Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin

There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound

Glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends

And that birthday greeting on you face

Reads one more year of smiles faked. [x3]

Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong!

So now you've made it to the top of their list

Congratulations you're fucking's greatest hit!

Behind husks of leather, photo albums shield their laughter

You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?

Your fantasy season gangrened off the calendar