Lungs

Our living room is filled with smoke
 From last Thursday's inaugural ball
 My bronchus are too bunged up
 The old curtains smell like hell
 And my clothes are soaking sweat
 All of our friends were in trouble
 It seemed like a good time to waste our brains
 Feed me with poison or smash my head to the wall
 That way I will finally rest
 I used to love having people around
 Chatting, smoking, getting drunk
 I used to care about how I looked
 Watch my composure all night through
 But I don't feel that way no more
 It doesn't seem fair, not at all
 Our living room is filled with smoke
 From last Thursday's inaugural ball
 My bronchus are too bunged up
 The old curtains smell like hell
 And my clothes are soaking sweat
 And my clothes are soaking sweat
 I used to love having people around
 Chatting, smoking, getting drunk
 I used to care about how I looked
 Watch my composure all night through
 But I don't feel that way no more
 It doesn't seem fair, not at all
 Secret messages from above
 That talk of gatherings and open doors
 No happy hour tonight we close
 Our heads are aching our stomachs burst
 Rusted lungs, damaged throats
 I'm afraid this can't get worse
 Bodies and house are decomposed
 All of our friends were in trouble
 It seemed like a good time to waste our brains
 Feed me with poison or smash my head to the wall
 That way I will finally rest