In the morning,
An old man on a carpet cleaner
Will clear the wreck we've made
I can hardly imagine
The silence and the peace
The union jobs
Oh my god
There's too much death metal here for me
I miss the harmonies and singing in the street
Give me coca-cola, leave me be
The party starts to turn into a tyranny
As fear starts to permeate the energy
Give me coca-cola, leave me be
On the dance floor,
I see someone who I hoped
I wouldn't have to see
There's too much to say
Then too quickly to convey
It all pours out of me
Like, "This is the pocket universe
Where all our suicide attempts failed, baby
Everything was meant to go this way
Take me home, I'm too f*cked up"
There's too much death metal here for me
I miss the harmonies and singing in the street
Give me coca-cola, leave me be
The party starts to turn into a tyranny
As fear starts to permeate the energy
Give me coca-cola, leave me be