A Mouthful of Expensive Teeth
At indecent hours
We're stumbling towards home
Flasks empty quickly
With streams of bad words
It all comes too easy
We're lazy, we're bored
Blood on our clothes
Laundered and clean
Hopes barely spent
On losing team
Mothers once wept
As their bodies ran dry
Kids used to look up
And dream they could fly
The heavens won't help us
They've called out the dogs
Raising a glass
To friends that we'll lose
Bullies grown up with American views
It's hardly good news
It's hardly news
Oh, do we see ourselves? [?]
Oh, do we hear ourselves? [?]