מילים לשיר Fucking's Greatest Hits – Blood Brothers

Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
Ring out the gong again!
you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin! (Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
Ring out the gong again! When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed
(Verse 2:)
Carve out this hymn in skin!
those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned scammed.
from the living room into your fathers swimming pool,
And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion
you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel. Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
(glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends. (Coda:)
Son now you've made it to the top of their list.
Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong!
Behind husks of leather, photo albums sheild their laughter.
Congratulations your fucking's greatest hit! (Afterward:)
You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?
Your fantasy season gangrened off the calander.