The Party's Over Lyrics - Ninety Pound Wuss

Crash triggers clinging chokers 

Choking victory dry 

Don't panic simply randomly 

So what she has alzheimers 

Mathematically epileptic 

If she don't wet her pants first 

The problem a constitution null and void 

Who's to look for your disclaimer? 

Get over it 

The question then becomes fragmented 

Jaded, or confused 

Everyone gets together 

Vibrations named ourselves 

Don't cry this inauration day 

Best pillows I ever felt 

Is it fulfilling? 

Collectivism, discipling, unionism 

Trading souls to never fill your void 

Labor $10 minimum 

She's still dying and wets the bed again 

Who's more frustrated? 

Me or you or you or me 

Take a look 

What is conception 

Some frivolous game puts children on the street 

Her disease is still the same 

Old and stiff and angry, birth to death 

What have you left, but a small space inbetween 

Don't waste your time it's short 

Primal language of new born infants 

Choking ignorant 

Raised deaf, dumb and blind 

Age old desire 

In solitude of other brainwashed has-beens 

Incontinent failure 

None of us survive 

Survive fire 

We all die too young