How many of you Buttplugs live in Delaware?
Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught,Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin,For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though there is nothing left to gain,But for the for the banshee that stole the grave
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies