IRC-Galleria

He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb.
He's always choking from the stench and the fume.
The wedding party all collapsed in the room.
So send my resignation to the bride and the groom.
Let's go down!
This elevator only goes up to ten.
He's not around. He's always looking at men.
Down by the pool he doesn't have many friends.
As they are face down and bloated snap a shot with the lens.
If you marry me, will you bury me?
Will you carry me to the end?

So say goodbye to the vows you take.
And say goodbye to the life you make.
And say goodbye to the heart you break.
And all the cyanide that you drank.

She keeps a picture of the body she lends.
Got nasty blisters from the money she spends.
She got a life of her own and it shows
by the Benz she drives at 90 by the Barbies and Kens.
If you ever say never too late.
I'll forget all the diamonds you ate.
Lost in coma and covered in cake.
Increase the medication.
Share the vows at the wake.
Kiss the bride.

So say goodbye to the vows you take.
And say goodbye to the life you make.
And say goodbye to the heart you break.
And all the cyanide that you drank.
So say goodbye to the last parade.
And walk away as the parties fade.
And say goodnight to the heart you break.
And all the cyanide that you drank.
To the end.