I just want to join the party,
but the confetti falling is razor sharpened.
I just want to blow out the candles,
but the cake is sprinkled with punctured skulls.
I just want to celebrate,
but the stripper they hired lost both her legs.
I just want to join the party,
but the pinata's stuffed with oil and sand.
I just want the flag to be my baby,
but her kissing breath is so revolting.
Tastes like hospitals, machine guns, burning hair, McDonalds buns.
I peel the wrapping paper back,
and I'm staring at an amputee.
When they fish a corpse out of the pool
the applause light goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
And every soldier's spewing black cum from their victory hard on.
I want to celebrate!
And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew.
I want to celebrate!
The children smile and clap their hands
when they pull another baby from the rubble.
While their parents scamper for a partner to dance the freedom shuffle.
I just want to join the party,
but the song on the karaoke says,
"If you want to celebrate compa**ion is crulety and hip, hip, hooray!"
And every soldier's spewing black cum from their victory hard on.
I want to celebrate!
And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew.
I want to celebrate!
Wolf-faced gladiators always ruin a party.
They lick your punch, bomb out your windows, feel up your wife,
chew up your clothes.
And every soldier's spewing black cum from their victory hard on.
I want to celebrate!
And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew.
I want to celebrate!