Party like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause there isn’t
Tonight the Saxons come while we’re sleeping
To put the torch and the blade to our taste buds and let us lap up our own blood

It’ll been sweet on yonder tomorrow
Older and well-dressed
Perhaps at a Starbucks
Older, with a frappacino
Young girls still not taking me seriously

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