Well we went to a party on Friday night at a house on the east side of I-35
We were dizzy from the pills that the Kennedy gave
Oh but the speed wasn't fast enough to wash the blues away
We used to love ourselves what happened to us?
Now we walk like victims of mutual disgust
Here at the party for the people of the open wound if we don't look like them right now
You know we will real soon
Well you can stretch your nerves out to the breaking point
Right where those lazy little eyes won't even disappoint
With all the common little courtesies they always extend we'll show you just how it feels To be screwed by a friend
We were the first to arrive, the last to say good bye To the people in the house east of I-35, on the last of the pills from the courtesy tray we found the speed wasn't fast enough to wash the blues away