Ninety Pound Wuss - The Party's Over Lyrics
Crash triggers clinging chokersChoking victory dryDon't panic; simply randomly"So what" she has alzheimersMathematically epilepticIf she don't wet her pants firstThe problem a constitution null and voidWho's to look for your disclaimer?Get over itThe question then becomes fragmentedJaded, or confusedEveryone gets togetherVibrations named ourselvesDon't cry this inagauration dayBest pillows I ever feltIs it fulfilling?Collectivism, discipling, unionismTrading our souls to never fill your voidLabor $10 minimumShe's still dying and wets the bed againWho's more frustrated?Me or you or you or meTake a lookWhat it conception? Some frivoicus game puts children on the streetHer disease is still the sameOld and stiff and angry, birth to deathWhat have you left, but a small space in betweenDon't waste your time it's shortPrimal language or new born infantsChoking ignorantRaised deaf, dumb and blindAge old desireIn solitude of other brainwashed has-beensIncontinent failureNone of us surviveSurvive fireWe all die too young