Party fo the people of the open wound Songtext

Now we walk like victims of mutual disgust

Here at the party for the people of the open wound if we don't look like them right now

You know we will real soon



Well you can stretch your nerves out to the breaking point

Right where those lazy little eyes won't even disappoint

With all the common little courtesies they always extend we?ll show you just how it feels To be screwed by a friend



We were the first to arrive, the last to say good bye To the people in the house east of I-35, on the last of the pills from the courtesy tray we found the speed wasn?t fast enough to wash the blues away