Fuckings greatest hits lyrics

Artist  : Blood brothers 
Song : Fuckings greatest hits
 
[verse 1:]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
You’re still eating headlines out of the
newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!

[chorus:]
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your
chin.
There’s cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
Glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.

[verse 2:]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When they’ve pissed between every sheet of your
father’s bed
Those tears have barcodes waiting to be
scanned/scammed.
And when they’ve hurled every gutted couch
cushion
From the living room into your fathers swimming
pool,
You’re bobbing chlorine apples in the broth
bucket of envy’s gruel.

[chorus:]
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your
chin.
There’s cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
Glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.

[coda:]
Ring! ring! ring out the gong!
Son now you’ve made it to the top of their list.
Congradulations your fucking’s greatest hit!

[afterward:]
Behind husks of leather, photo albums sheild
their laughter.
You thought they’d make you breakfast the morning
after? 
Your fantasy season gangrened off the calander.