Lyrics:

This is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm

The situation demands that we raise our glasses

In honor of the spokesman we?ve fixated to the floor

Give us your headline hymns and your saddest verse



You?re not partnered with the half-hearted anymore

Our legs are spread wide open

Our weary heads are splitting at the seams

And we all know you?re proficient in the idioms of grief



We are capable of the kind of love

About which only the petrified can speak

Concede him the microphone let him sing

The triumph of the frauds to all his loyal psycho-fanatics



We all cater to the fire

Once the walls come rushing down for shame

I can say it better than you felt it

And I can be it bigger than you needed it



I haven?t lived a day of my life apart from

The one that everyone?s read about

I?ll spark de-evolution

I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines



I?ve been fatted up for the guillotines

Sweet talker, you?re goddamn right I?m a blessed lamb

I can show you all how to have a good time

I know why you came here

But neither of us will get what you want out of me



This room has one too many laureates so I?m keeping my peace

Every candidate ends his life with a cliche

And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave

I?ve been spoiled rotten



Every thought I?ve authorized had curdled

Not everything is poetry but I can?t convince you of that

I?ve been drawn and quartered

I?ve been twice picked over



And it?s sickening what you?ve come here today to celebrate

Fuck, yeah, we?re gonna party tonight

I am capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated

And the California bound can weep