Feels like mayday disorder.   Emotional rats were rotting vegetables   (Swept back?) in my crispy crab's (claws?)   Feels like pussy vendetta   (????????? think you're better?)   Here comes up a hyped up driver   In her color champagne red      I think I'll miss the party lights,   Haircuts, and corduroy designs      In a house that smacks the ????????   We heard it smack the front      In useless conversation,    That is what we smack and      Come over to the kids and corners   The amateur QB   They have a subtle secret   That girls could someday keep.      I can see the party's winding down   Though it's barely off the ground      Now the guests are climbing on the host   Boasting one more suicide to toast   Running low on cigarettes?   It shows.      [solo]      None of this is (really scripted?)   None of this is unintended   None of this is consequential   Oh it's so unoriginal      [X4]   I can see the party's winding down   Although it's barely off the ground.      (Dog piles?) tight clothes    White eyes, white noses.   I think I miss those party lights.      [instrumental/solo]      [X2]   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.