Party time, party time, party time, party time!

Brett is in the bathtub
Making soup for the ambassadors
And I am in the hallway
Singing to the troubadours

The kings are all lined up
Outside the gate
And the autumn bells are ringing
But they'll just have to wait

Where is the joker?
Have you seen him around
With his three coned cap
That he wears like a clown?

Have you seen his stripped stockings
And heard his sad tale
About the kids under the carpet
And the purple humpbacked whales

Here comes the joker
With his silly grin
He carries a martini
Made of bathtub gin

I enjoy stealing. 
It's just as simple as that.
Well, it's just a simple fact. 
When I want something,
I don't want to pay for it. 

I walk right through the door. 
Walk right through the door. 
Hey all right! If I get by, it's mine. 
Mine all mine!

My friend, my friend he's got a knife
A statement from his former life
When he was easy but alone
Beside him was an empty throne
But what of silver silken blade
Affix his gaze, his features staid
Grasps the handle, clips the cable
One steps up, sits at his table
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
My friend, my friend, he's got a wife

My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
Persuasion through his thoughts peruse
A hidden relic from his past
That wasn't there when he looked last
He feels it ticking like a bomb
Feeding fear, assaulting calm
Takes the object, starts the game
Moves closer to the flame

My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse

My friend, my friend, he's got a knife

And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift
Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath
Of the darkness the light from above could not reach
I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight
And upon yonder precipice saw her alight
And glared back at me one last look of dismay
As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray

So much better I said to myself
And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf
I struggled with destiny upon the ledge
And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge
And silence contagious in moments like these
Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease
The passion that sparked me one terrible night
And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite

So much better I said to myself
And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf
I struggled with destiny upon the ledge
And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge

And silence contagious in moments like these
Consume me and strengthen my will to appease

The passion that sparked me one terrible night
And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite

I'm about to run
That old familiar feeling
Trapped and haunted
The noose around my neck

Regrets
Maybe it's not too late
I'm about to run
Forgive me

In flight
I can turn away
Exhale the memories are a little bit lighter
The wounds, the fever

The wrong was long ago
The wrong was long ago
Liar
Liar
I'm about to run

Sometimes the ghost is quiet
But the ghost is always there
And it seems no matter how far I go
He goes with me

Sitting on the floor
Thinking, breathing
Burning
Burning
I'm about to run

I'm about to run