Hungover in Jonestown
You are the hammer, I am the nail
Building a house in the fire on the hill
There is a string, that leads me to hope
I tie the noose, but you are the rope.
It was a lie, that got me in bed
Cause I am the dog, and you are the shed
I can't find the perk in the percocet when you're not around
This is the fight that taught me to feel,
If I am the drunk, you are the wheel
So I drink till the night becomes another day
The day is just another little thing in our way
No one ever chooses to be a flawed design
But this life is a joke and death is the punchline
You are the queen, I am the rook
You are the fire and I burn like a book
I don't know how this one ends till I die
And the honest part of reliable is the lie.
The greater the power, the more the abuse
You are the hand, I worship the bruise
If romance is dead, I guess I'm a necropheliac
Every God needs a sacrifice
I am the cross and you are the Christ
So I drink till the night becomes another day
The day is just another little thing in our way
There's something about the way you beat me down
That I'll never learn
You're the pint of no return
The pain in my chest, the stain on your dress, the glass in my eye
Cause life is a joke, Death is the punchline
Life is a joke, and death is the punchline.