The Partys Over lyrics

Artist  : Ninety Pound Wuss 
Song : The Partys Over
 
												
														   Crash triggers clinging
chokers

Choking victory dry

Don't
panic; simply randomly

"So what" she has
alzheimers

Mathematically epileptic

If she don't wet her pants first

The
problem a constitution null and void

Who's
to look for your disclaimer?

Get over it

The question then becomes fragmented

Jaded, or confused

Everyone gets
together

Vibrations named ourselves

Don't cry this inagauration day

Best
pillows I ever felt

Is it fulfilling?

Collectivism, discipling, unionism

Trading our souls to never fill your void

Labor $10 minimum

She's still dying and
wets the bed again

Who's more
frustrated?

Me or you or you or me

Take a look

What it conception? Some
frivoicus game puts children on the street

Her disease is still the same

Old and
stiff and angry, birth to death

What have
you left, but a small space in between

Don't waste your time it's short

Primal
language or new born infants

Choking
ignorant

Raised deaf, dumb and blind

Age old desire

In solitude of other
brainwashed has-beens

Incontinent
failure

None of us survive

Survive
fire

We all die too young