The cross eyed and the fearless kid Made a beeline for the city Angry and contorted From a wealth of self-made pity Machine parts Seized with rust and blood And filthy underwear As the sound of freedom echos Through the shame and the despair This party's over This party's over The lunatics The maniacs The no way backs' Relaxed The clock stopped just in time To witness all the nosey parkers Sealing lips with conjured tricks That had their guts for garters Turned out the lights And made them crawl through All their hallowed halls To erase the bullet holes they'd placed In the cemetery walls This party's over This party's over There's no more cake left to eat No more dancing in the streets The cause celeb The stones they bled Left those there with no doubt That the sugar-coated saccharine street zombies Freaked right out To beg for blood Like toothless hags In willy's scottish play With nowhere left to hide Except the stars and stripes brigade This party's over This party's over The lunatics The maniacs The no way backs' Relaxed This party's over This party's over There's no more cake left to eat No more dancing in the streets