A Product of the Past

Dancing all the ice-capades a blaming bruise for a friendly face oh
Figure eights and thin ice cabarets
Skate across your mental hedge and pruning for the better half oh
Down on luck your feet have froze together
The pope that shivered in distress as cardinals took their placement tests
The vultures filled the vacancies with abc's

Blaming Nietzsche for your frowns sugar coat your seamen crowns
Playing blames on que like Christ was on your side
As custard creamed confessional the booth was full of flowerbeds
To label his parade a fine disaster

Shelling out the drama queens the escargot for flaccid kings
Excusing all the lust these bannered blow jobs
Oh working fishing fishnet lies and puking propane alibies
We'll burn like chimney red at the glass house

Blaming Nietzsche for your frowns sugar coat your seamen crowns
Playing blames on que like Christ was on your side
Paper dolls mass greedy friends all these sailors with their bends
Feed the crabs confuse the eyes your scissor two side

So bring it home to a house of glass expose yourself for thinking crass
You bleed your hues of chardonnay to red wine spills this petrol gangbang
Crashing shattered cymbal clatters living for the days of looking for the better half
A product of the past looking for the better half just a product of the past