intoxicated male teens, you know what that means.
the beautiful redhead here needs to be demeaned.

you passed her around like the bottle of rum you were splitting.
you, lecherous opportunist, imposed your will on a girl.
and the horses tried to eat each other that night.

i’m gonna rent out your grave like a dance hall for weddings
and anything else that’s profitable.

yours is the only obituary i’d frame,
and i hope that you can hear my deafening applause at your funeral,
a standing ovation in my head.

i’m gonna rent out your grave like a dance hall for weddings
and anything else that’s profitable.

‘cos it’s possible that it’d be profitable.