Lies from the tablecloth! Lala la lala lala

Ooh ooh

Everybody's going to the party to have a real good time dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth breaking into fort Knox stealing our intentions. Hangers sitting dripped in oil, crying FREEDOM! handed to obsoletion still you feed us these lies from the tablecloth you fuck!

It's party time. And we don't live in a fascist nation. Blast off it's pretty time and tell me

Where. The FUCK. We're you? Where the fuck are you?!