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