WTD?

Some of us are gonna die Faster than the other guys Ones I thought shoulda been shining my shoes That's how a gamble's gamed Real until it's razed away forcibly Descend from ladder to chute And call that a truce So high, quite low, mid-range Domains you control, "drink me, shrink down Make a toast to the loss, you allowed it And if I've had enough of flora and fauna Then what is the drama? Hold me close 'til the next year's trauma What is the drama? Wish I had said something But we can't go back in time Goons waltz in wearing shit-kicking grins Without reason, without cadence So, we're gonna die Faster than our fathers make crime out of fiction A silent cohesion, less paranoia, more progress And if I've had enough of flora and fauna Then what is the drama? Hold me close 'til the next year's trauma What is the drama? Ha-ha, unknowns derange me But I make it my own and own up, get down This is happening 'cause you allowed it That's enough of flora, fauna What is the drama? You were splayed for the valet A cap gun on ya Had enough of flora and fauna Now put your hands where I could see 'em Is there any drama? What is the drama? Had enough of flora and fauna What is the drama? Hold me close 'til the next year's trauma What is the drama? Had enough of flora and fauna What is the drama? Hold me close 'til the next year's trauma What is the drama?