Apollo Sunshine - Mayday Disorder lyrics

Feels like mayday disorder Emotional rats We're rotten vegetables We've blackened like crispy crashed pilots Feels like p**y vendetta For a pity finger beg Here comes the hopped-up driver In her color champagne red I don't think I'll miss the party lines Haircuts and corduroy designs In a house that smacks of Sodom We'd heard it smacked of fun (Whoo-hoo) In a useless conversation Might as well be smacking gum Or with the kids in corners The amateur elite Their habit's semi-secret Their friends could semi-keep Bom-bom-bom, bom-bom-bom-bom I can see the party's winding down Although it's barely off the ground Now the guests are climbing on the host Boasting one more suicide to toast Running low on cigarettes and jokes None of this is real, it's rented None of this is unintended None of this is consequential All this so unoriginal I can see the party's winding down Although it's barely off the ground I can see the party's winding down Although it's barely off the ground I can see the party's winding down (I can see the party's winding down) When it's barely off the ground (Although it's barely off the ground, I can see the party's winding down) And I don't think I'll miss those party lines (I can see the party's winding down) Haircuts and corduroy designs (Although it's barely off the ground) (I can see the party's winding down, although it's barely off the ground) Dogpiles, tight clothes White lines, white noses I think I'll miss those party lights I can see the party's winding down Though it's barely off the ground I can see the party's winding down Though it's barely off the ground It's winding down (I can see the party's winding down) It's winding down