Lists of swinging fists nobody saw That were slicing through air at the foot of a stair of a bar Make beds of busted heads, pillowed and puffed In some quiet and cordoned emergency ward they left us So we always demurred with an ill-advised word From some enemy's ill-equipped tongue Sizzled and burned at our backs So we learned to dodge I guess we lost Staring down the cliffs with my crew-cut I had turned twenty-three and believed I was dangerous Lists of swinging hips down in the clubs They were holding their swerve I am perfectly sure, for us And a photograph says what a photograph is Holy sh**, were our faces so young! All pissed and thin-lipped as we tippled and tripped It was fun Guess we're done Lies and flying flies sapping our blood We fall down, sliding down, slipping, slamming the ground Cause we're f**ed
So I went down to the mystic All head-ached and heart-sick In line with the beggars and bums Paid his price and he slurred "My advice is to turn and to run" Well, I guess we're dumb So it's just gather around, partygoers That's if you're still living And not wasted, washed-up, watered down And not dead or d**h-wishing Those trumpets won't blow The professional driver got lost And all of those rulers and priests From the highest to least ave been lined up and shot How I prayed and I hoped it would lead to some moment When all of it just flew apart How I wished and I schemed it, from whisper to scream How I wanted to just hold your heart In the palm of my hand and just watch As it slows and it stops Call the cops We're star-crossed We've gone numb Well, it was fun! Well, I guess we lost I guess we're done