Those are the days being lost in a phase Not unfair to assume That I was a mime in place and a time Somewhat ancient Titus Shit Midas And Strident Wet Nurse And we outlast them all Every keepsake, every law With a school girl's voice A career for the curtains That rise and fall And we accept them all Every gift mouth large or small From the cold To the smouldering heat of the hearth We were born to crawl I play the apeshit game And we outlast them all To the riot's final call With the house bands playlist Crushed in a tight fist And thrown at the wall And you rise in the clutch And you tossed away your crutch For the onion pearls Of the golden girls You could never touch But we refuse to fall Standing firm and thick of skull Knocking harder headed pricks Up against the bricks Of the playground wall And we lost in the sun Having nowhere else to run Seek to occupy The crawlspace of the pantheon To procrastinate the fate The everlasting big kick To procrastinate the fate The everlasting big kick To procrastinate the fate The everlasting big kick To procrastinate the fate The everlasting big kick