Lyrics

Con the outside world It could have been so fun Grinning at the lid Lips on the gun We're self critical and hate you all We keep inside so fuck you all [Chorus] Waltzing through life Their heads fell to the ground Waltzing through hell Their heads fell to the ground We were grinning at the lid Just grin at the lid What if our accents were different I think I said too much And everything's hanging in the balance [?] And the files, they're pissing in the wind, so fuck you all [Chorus] Waltzing through life Their heads fell to the ground Waltzing through hell Their heads fell to the ground We were grinning at the lid Just grin at the lid Just grin at the lid Just grin at the lid Our all granddad's clothes were [?] Just because you moved 'round more And what if we were accepted different And your words don't mean more And our strife, it's pissing in the wind [?] it's pissing in the sea Pissing in the sea [Chorus] Waltzing through life Their heads fell to the ground Waltzing through hell Their heads fell to the ground (Why do we do that?) Grinning at the lid Grinning at the lid (What are we doing here?) Grinning at the lid Grinning at the lid Grinning at the lid