Текст (слова) песни: Every Time I Die - Champing At The Bit

We drew a crowd.
The crowd drew the blood.
Fawning swindlers.
Theres a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized.
Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen?
Take him away.
Get him against the wall for the witnesses.
This is doom in a borrowed suit.
Its a pickup line at a funeral.
Cannibals along side the catwalk.
But its ok were got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again.
New love is tasteless.
Were wearing down.
This is the year of the party crasher.
What is charm?
Where are the heroics?
What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics?
Designer imposters find us twitching in the claws of the snake.
A fin is circling around the floor.
It appears weve lost our way.
The tide is swelling and weve fallen asleep on the shore.
Get inside.
Someones yelling fire in the theater.
Oh dear god.
Everybody stay calm.
Tell your husband that his screaming just invited it in.
The horsemen are crashing through the gates.
We had better learn to play dead.
Our hands are reeking of rapture.
Its dripping from our chin.
The tragedy of infant hearts.
But its ok weve got old blood and our hair is woven to the same hotel again.
Were wearing down.
This is the year of the party crasher.
Its you and me for the first time in history.
Were history.
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Bored Stiff
Champing At The Bit
Easy Tiger
Ebolarama
Floater
Gloom And How It Gets That Way
Godspeed Us To Sea
Guitarred And Feathered
Hit Of The Search Party
Home Is Where You Hang Yourself
I Been Gone A Long Time
Kill The Music
Morphine Season
Off Broadway
Pornogratherapy
Pretty Dirty
Prom Song
Romeo A Go-Go
The New Black
Tusk And Temper
Your Touch Versus Death