Verse 1 (Mieka) Minding my own business Knock at the door, who is it? Be right there, one minute Gotta get up and go get it Got white hair, eyes all crazy Now most madmen don't faze me But these guys, I'll admit it, got me scared we're finished
Chorus The scientists proved we're all gonna die They got charts and equations, the how and the why You did not invite em and neither did I But they're here, drink up, we're all gonna die
Poetry section 1 Ghosts must always feel like they're visiting their old high school They don't recognize any of these new kids The halls, they twist the same, but there are all these odd new posters on the walls When I'm trying to get to get bed I start thinking about endings And instead of simply counting trying to sleep I'm counting down I'm sacrificing sheep At parties I wander from room to room not sure what I'm looking for I think I'm supposed to find another person here when I smoke too much weed And I get paranoid that every pair of eyes is glued to me And maybe they are And I'm not crazy And the spirit of every bastard who ever had a drink in this place is back for old times' sake Maybe there's a million of them having their own party beside us and they're staring thinking, \"Look at all those lonely, solid people Pretending to check their cell phones Grandma lived 99 years and never learned to drive At the end of her life She didn't know one person left in her own age God's a bully and he makes it rain dodgeballs You can stand off in the corner and you might last a little longer But you'll never win that way
Verse 2 (Mieka) I go do my laundry Those dogs are right behind me Get lost in some party Those creeps will always find me Who are they? What is this? I mind my own damn business Always there to remind me all about their findings
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Poetry 2 You're telling me a little vodka could kill me? How do you even know it's there? it's so still you can see right through it well you can see through me too, said the ghost and I'm here You know because you can feel me And that makes sense Because I'm too fucked up to be skeptical right now You get drunk and start believing in things Like that shapes and even better shapes Like that a night with some stranger's gonna make you happy the only people brave enough for suicide are the cowards We're all looking out of the corner of our eyes For where to go next Like \"this party sucks, there must be someplace better\" the ghosts, they know we're thinking like chumps. they know it's not important who we go home with tonight. Partly cause they can't generate friction, so they can't have sex But mostly because party is right here And it's the best party ever I mean look bro, ben franklin is making out with marie curie Fucking classic, Reagan's doing his falling out the window bit again, Casper can't even hold his liquor It goes right through him You never seen smoke rings until you've seen a Ghengis Khan hit the hookah Chris Farley'll even let you use him as a vaporizer bag if you ask real nice Our eyes are little projectors Life's a drive-in movie theater and my grandma needs a ride
Bridge I don't want to go The way they say If I gotta go let it be my way (X4)