When you play pass the parcel with human body parts, somebody might get head but someone will get hurt,

And I'll sing what you like, if you shout it straight back at me



There‘s red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade

We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice



And it's great that you care so much about things, but you left talcum powder all over the bathroom, and yeh it is great you can blow her smoke rings but you wont taste her lips if you do get to kiss her.

And it's your party, but I'll die if I want to, I'll die if I want to



There‘s red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade

We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice



The music was okay, but the fresh air was better, and I couldn't tell if the singer's keyboard was a crutch or a synthesiser, but it sounded like he'd broken a limb, each and every time he pushed a key down or in.



There‘s red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade

We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice

(there's red stains all over the place but they are not blood they're cherryade, we throw parties you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice, oh no it's my mistake, you cut your tongue while taking a sip, it's over tell his mother, the party is over)