We drew a crowd
The crowd drew the blood
Fawning swindlers
There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized
There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized

Who let the flatterer
Into the gallery
On our sweet sixteen?
Take him away
Get him against the wall for the witness
This is doom in a borrowed suit
It's a pickup line at a funeral
Cannibals alongside the catwalk

But it's okay, we've got old blood
And our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again
New love is tasteless
We're wearing down
We're wearing down
This is the year of the party crasher

What is charm?
Where are the heroics?
What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics?
Designer impostors find us twitching in the claws of the snake
A fin is circling around in the floor
It appears we've lost our way
Now the tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore
Get inside
Get inside

Someone's yelling fire
Someone's yelling fire
Someone's yelling fire in the theater

Oh, dear God, everybody stay calm
Everybody stay calm
Tell your husband that his scream invited it in
The horsemen are crashing through the gates
Crashing through the gates

We had better learn to play dead
Our hands are reeking of rapture
It's dripping from our chins
The tragedy of infant hearts

But it's okay, we've got old blood
And our hair is woven to the same hotel again
New love is tasteless
We're wearing down
We're wearing down
This is the year of the party crasher
[Daryl Palumbo]
'Cause it's you and me for the first time in history
We're history
'Cause it's you and me for the first time in history
We're history
'Cause it's you and me for the first time in history
We're history