The party

The party's never over

The party's never over and it's pulling you apart

If these buildings are crude crucibles then

Change me make me beautiful

You're a tiny little shark

In a great big dark

Any surface is an altar

And bathroom is a church now for our rites of joy and rage

I am young, powerless and compulsive

I spit blood and dirt from a bust lip

And I am holding a king’s ransom

In a fistful of foreign change