Envy on the Coast Follow

There is no odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
take this gun from me
Let all the angels see
This intoxicated barely breathing
Debauchery

And they all come marching in
With the mass artillery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a
Cocktail hour with an open bar
And the dance floor is
Begging for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
Your intentions dissipate
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar...
You just had to take.

[**Poem at the end that is in Russian:]

Celebrate the skeleton
Pull out your hair.
Pull out your hair.
Puke up all your sentiments.
Please don't stare.
Please don't stare.

He's full of shit.
He's full of shit.
We'll clip his wings and try again.
The vultures spit.
The vultures spit.

This is the year of the skeleton.
This is the year of the skeleton.

Set the bar below your head.
And tax your dreams.
And tax your dreams.
Wrap the bar around your neck.
Hang from your seams.
Hang from your seams.

Feed the leech and nurse her grief.
Now starve your friends.
Now starve your friends.
Eat the owl, salute the thief.
We'll love again.
We'll love again.

This is the year of the skeleton.
This is the year of the skeleton.