A Product of the Past

Dancing all the ice-capades a blaming bruise for a friendly face oh Figure eights and thin ice cabarets Skate across your mental hedge and pruning for the better half oh Down on luck your feet have froze together The pope that shivered in distress as cardinals took their placement tests The vultures filled the vacancies with abc's Blaming Nietzsche for your frowns sugar coat your seamen crowns Playing blames on que like Christ was on your side As custard creamed confessional the booth was full of flowerbeds To label his parade a fine disaster Shelling out the drama queens the escargot for flaccid kings Excusing all the lust these bannered blow jobs Oh working fishing fishnet lies and puking propane alibies We'll burn like chimney red at the glass house Blaming Nietzsche for your frowns sugar coat your seamen crowns Playing blames on que like Christ was on your side Paper dolls mass greedy friends all these sailors with their bends Feed the crabs confuse the eyes your scissor two side So bring it home to a house of glass expose yourself for thinking crass You bleed your hues of chardonnay to red wine spills this petrol gangbang Crashing shattered cymbal clatters living for the days of looking for the better half A product of the past looking for the better half just a product of the past