What’s that sound?
In the parking lot someone’s getting sick
But the beards just gather ‘round to get another picture of his [bad word] Around the corner there’s a party with a million pretty girls
Black and blue, tattooed and [bad word]  weary with the world

This high life [bad word] at full [bad word] on everyone and live this high life with me
I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep
Tonight is the march of the meek

I feel the Sparks on my teeth and in my veins
Summers spent in basements, smoking in the rain
Number fifteen and Anthony, when will I see you again?
When is the next time we can raise our voices with our friends
If I promise just to love you, promise me you’ll always change
It’s more than a blackout, or remembering names

The ships and parades fade into dull greys
and everything ends way too soon
And up there the angels have been talking
and you’d best believe what you always knew
Cuz their words are all [bad word] And no one is waiting for you.

This high life [bad word] at full [bad word] on everyone and live this high life with me
I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep
Or jesus gives me back my keys
Tonight is the march of the meek

Stand up and be counted if you can’t live without it