Champing at the Bit

Lyrics

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