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At our parties, there's two guys for every girl At our parties, there's two bodies for every cannibal At our parties, there's two cooks for every entree Whatever you want, you got Just don't ask me to wait around because I will And nobody ever makes up their mind And it's that which makes me wonder what crazy really is Because everyone seems to be just a little bit Some more than others And at our parties, we use sign language God come on We all stop for pedestrians But as I stand here feeling all the braille of your back, I realize I may never have you again Because you can lead my anywhere Anywhere you want As long as I don't get hit by a car This is a celebration of our lethargy Carnival clowns with six packs of wet eyes They can smell our mischief in the air I'm not trying to collect fingers here I'm trying to ask you to sever your own We've been stabbing at hands for awhile, still yet to hit our own When I speak to you, it's so fluent No eyes closed Sisters of new midnight, come on drop your plans If you devil in your diamond, then we'll gladly take your hand Darlings of the past tense, catch up if you can If this is living is your idol, then we're glad you understand