I fastened down the nails, thick and overgrown
And wrapped up like an embryo, it's turning into red from monotone
When the party died, we sang until we cried
Celebrate the bleary eyed. The king of everything has been dethroned
It makes us stoned. It keeps us stoned
It's always the same way, involving the same lines
When the bon fire died, we hung them out to dry
The chaperones to supervise could not contain the riot, so they let it roll
It makes us stoned, and keeps us stoned
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