Sangtekst: Protest the Hero. Scurrilous. Tapestry.

And what a fucking waste of a day
We just lay around and waste away
'Cause when that sun goes down it's bottoms up
We try to reach the bottom of the endless cup

Everybody's getting older
But no one's growing up
As the weather's getting colder
The room starts heating up

Kev's hair just keeps falling out
And Chris just keeps getting fatter
But from where I sit now, on this rickety stool
None of that shit really matters because
This is our Versailles
Palace on the swamp

Listen to me for a nominal fee
You can have anything you want
What matters the most is the backdrop ghost
Circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt

Never forming pleasantry
I'm so drunk I can't feel a thing
Pledge your allegiance to the fucking swamp king

Drunk as hell, dumb as all get out
So pucker up those pretty lips of yours and
Kiss my ass and shut your mouth

Sometimes a knife right through your heart
Is exactly what you need
Sometimes the things that you're ashamed of
Make you who you're supposed to be

Listen to me for a nominal fee
You can have anything you want
We'll remain here
We'll remain here forever and always

What matters the most is the backdrop ghost
Circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt
We'll remain here
We'll remain here forever always

Like a million other soldiers
On a thousand other battlefields we wait
Wait for the dawn
Like a million other soldiers, yes, we wait

This is our Versailles
Palace on the swamp
This is our Versailles

This is our Versailles
Palace on the swamp
This is our Versailles