[verse 1:]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
Youre still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!

[chorus:]
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
Theres cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
Glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.

[verse 2:]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When theyve pissed between every sheet of your fathers bed
Those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed.
And when theyve hurled every gutted couch cushion
From the living room into your fathers swimming pool,
Youre bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envys gruel.

[chorus:]
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
Theres cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
Glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.

[coda:]
Ring! ring! ring out the gong!
Son now youve made it to the top of their list.
Congradulations your fuckings greatest hit!

[afterward:]
Behind husks of leather, photo albums sheild their laughter.
You thought theyd make you breakfast the morning after?
Your fantasy season gangrened off the calander.

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