At our parties, there's two guys for every girl

At our parties, there's two bodies for every cannibal

At our parties, there's two cooks for every entree



Whatever you want, you got, you got



Just don't ask me to wait around 'cause I will

And nobody ever makes up their mind

And it's that which makes me wonder what crazy really is

'Cause everyone seems to be just a little bit



Some more than others

And at our parties, we use sign language

Sign language, sign language

God, come on



We all stop for pedestrians

But as I stand here

Feeling all the braille of your back

I realize I may never have to see again



Because you can lead me anywhere

Anywhere you want

As long as I don't get hit by a car



This is a, a celebration of our lethargy

Carnival clowns with six packs of wet eyes

They can smell, they can smell our mischief in the air

In the air, in the air, in the air, in the air, in the air



I'm not trying to collect fingers here

I'm trying to ask you to sever your own

We've been starving at hands for awhile

Still yet to hit our own



When I speak to you, it's so fluent

When I speak to you, it's so fluent

No eyes closed



Sisters of new midnight

Come on drop your plans

If the devil is your diamond

Then we'll gladly take your hand



Darlings of the past tense

Catch up if you can

If this living is your idol

Then we're glad you understand



Sisters of new midnight

Come on drop your plans

If the devil is your diamond

Then we'll gladly take your hand



Darlings of the past tense

Catch up if you can

If this living is your idol

Then we're glad you understand



Sisters of new midnight

Come on drop your plans

If the devil is your diamond

Then we'll gladly take your hand



Darlings of the past tense

Catch up if you can

If this living is your idol

Then we're glad you understand