Mayday Disorder Lyrics

Feels like mayday disorder.
Emotional rats were rotting
vegetables
(Swept back?) in my crispy
crab's (claws?)
Feels like p*ssy vendetta
(????????? think you're
better?)
Here comes up a hyped up
driver
In her color champagne red

I think I'll miss the party
lights,
Haircuts, and corduroy
designs

In a house that smacks the
????????
We heard it smack the front

In useless conversation,
That is what we smack and

Come over to the kids and
corners
The amateur QB
They have a subtle secret
That girls could someday
keep.

I can see the party's
winding down
Though it's barely off the ground

Now the guests are climbing
on the host
Boasting one more suicide
to toast
Running low on cigarettes?
It shows.

[solo]

None of this is really
certain
None of this is unintended
None of this is
consequential
Oh it's so unoriginal

[X4]
I can see the party's
winding down
Although it's barely off
the ground.

Dog piles, tight clothes
White eyes, white noses.
I think I miss those party
lights.

[instrumental/solo]

[X2]
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.

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