Garden Party for the Murder Pride - Oranger

Come on down to the underground

Where the sun don’t glow

The escalator to the very end

And you drop down

In the corners and beneath the rails

With the rust and hum

A little something to electrify

And you’re undone

Hey honey, what’s the matter with you?

Well I don’t know, but its getting into me too

And its not like I don’t want to see this through

Its such a rush like a bullet train

I can’t believe my eyes

The things they tell you always seem insane

It’s like a lullaby

Garden party for murder pride

A cellar full of rye

Conversation is a razor line

Such a fine time

Hey honey, what’s the matter with you?

Well I don’t know, but its getting into me too

And its not like I don’t want to see this through

Hey honey, what’s the matter with you?

Well I don’t know, but its getting into me too

And its not like I don’t want to see this through