Photo Day

*introduction* Open the sluice gates Can't harbour this stench no more The magic of this palace Snuffed out in a spark A face like Campari Bitter and refined The evening's hot And there's nowhere left to park *instrumental break* Hold on to your hero Your face will always change *instrumental break* I dress my best And the Monday does the rest Piss stains Down my nice new winter vest In these thin lights How am I supposed to look goldеn? In this thick light How am I supposed to gleam? Words will always hurt Flowers rot and turn Words will always hurt Flowеrs rot and turn