Hungover in Jonestown

You are the hammer, I am the nail

I'm building a house in the fire on the hill

There is a string that leads me to hope

I tie the noose, but you are the rope

And it was a lie that got me in bed

I am the dog, you are the shed

I can't find the perk in the percocet

When you're not around

And this is the fight that taught me to feel

If I am the drunk, you are the wheel

So I drink 'til the night becomes another day

And the day's just another little thing in our way

No one ever chooses to be a flawed design

But this life is a joke, and death is the punchline

You are the queen and I am the rook

You are the fire and I burn like a book

I don't know how this one ends 'til I die

And the honest part of reliable is the lie

The greater the power, the more the abuse

You are the hand, I worship the bruise

If romance is dead, I guess I'm a necrophiliac

Every god needs a sacrifice

I am the cross, and you are the Christ

So I drink 'til night becomes another day

And the day's just another little thing in our way

Something about the way you beat me down

That I'll never learn

You're the point of no return

The pain in my chest, the stain on your dress

The glass in my eye

But this life is a joke, and death is the punchline

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh

Life is a joke, and death is the punchline

Oh, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh

This life is a joke, and death is the punchline

Oh, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh

This life is a joke, and death is the punchline

Oh, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh

This life is a joke, and death is the punchline

Oh, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, oh

This life is a joke, and death is the punchline