Mayday Disorder - Apollo Sunshine

Feels like mayday disorder

Emotional rats

We’re rotten vegetables

We’ve blackened like crispy crashed pilots

Feels like pussy vendetta

For a pity finger beg

Here comes the hopped-up driver

In her color champagne red

I don’t think I’ll miss the party lines

Haircuts and corduroy designs

In a house that smacks of Sodom

We’d heard it smacked of fun (Whoo-hoo)

In a useless conversation

Might as well be smacking gum

Or with the kids in corners

The amateur elite

Their habit’s semi-secret

Their friends could semi-keep

Bom-bom-bom, bom-bom-bom-bom

I can see the party’s winding down

Although it’s barely off the ground

Now the guests are climbing on the host

Boasting one more suicide to toast

Running low on cigarettes and jokes

None of this is real, it’s rented

None of this is unintended

None of this is consequential

All this so unoriginal

I can see the party’s winding down

Although it’s barely off the ground

I can see the party’s winding down

Although it’s barely off the ground

I can see the party’s winding down (I can see the party’s winding down)

When it’s barely off the ground (Although it’s barely off the ground,

I can see the party’s winding down)

And I don’t think I’ll miss those party lines (I can see the party’s winding

down)

Haircuts and corduroy designs (Although it’s barely off the ground)

(I can see the party’s winding down, although it’s barely off the ground)

Dogpiles, tight clothes

White lines, white noses

I think I’ll miss those party lights

I can see the party’s winding down

Though it’s barely off the ground

I can see the party’s winding down

Though it’s barely off the ground

It’s winding down (I can see the party’s winding down)

It’s winding down