Everyone gather around tonight
Wear your masks and seal them tight
Hide your face; shield your heart please
Disguise yourself, it's a costume party
Act like your idol; match their ego too
Recite all their quotes; tell all their jokes
It's all fun and games when nobody knows your name
Don't be yourself, it's a costume party
Boo!
Down here under water, there isn't much time to breathe
It really is a fickle thing to be out by the sea
Surrounded by clam shells and endless choral reefs
I'd give up almost anything to have you here with me
Sea horses and puffer fish can make good friends indeed
But at times it feels like I'm choking on all of this seaweed
To get myself to the ocean is all I want to do
But god, it sure is lonesome to be here without you
My ineffective gills hold me down more than you ever will
My friends ask me, 'whats the deal?' why I can not swim straight
But try explaining to sea creatures what it's like to feel heartache
I've taught myself to be stronger than the oppressive waves
But the way you look right through me just feels like a mistake
My ineffective gills hold me down more than you ever will
Down here under water there isn't much time to breathe
It really is a fickle thing to be out by the sea
Sugar skull up on the wall
Sugar, won't you tell me all of everything?
Margot Clementine, you're mine
Take my arm, we'll walk the line
At the lovely Graveyard Ball
With all of my dead friends, they stand tall
The Beer Monster
He doesn't care about his liver
His life is so boring
All his friends think he's annoying
The Beer Monster
He takes a piss where he wants to
He swallows a 40 or two
About every hour or two
He can't remember where he parked
His decision's never smart
He's dried out; his head aches
He's blissfully forgotten all of his mistakes
The Beer Monster
He's seeing double, he's in trouble
His brain is swimming inside of his skull
His thoughts reside in a little fish bowl
The Beer Monster
His stomach's full of liquor
He pays no mind to the consequences
'Cause in his messy world it never makes a difference
What is this spell...
that she's put me under?
What is this spell you've cast Margot?
I'm losing sight of myself
I see you in a light by yourself
She's the only book on my shelf
She turns me into wax, and I melt on her lap over her belt
I spilled over the bed
This is something that I've never seen before
It was always there, I just never opened the door
It's comforting knowing this feeling is shared
We'll be a pair, like shoes or sweet and sour fruit
My voodoo girl
She holds my doll tight in her palms
My voodoo girl, yeah Margot
She pulls me out of hell
Her arms extended down into a well
She cures my fever when it swells
She's the realest thing that I've felt
Hold on, hold me, hold onto dreams
They are the finest things I've seen
Hold on, hold me inside her dreams
Only the moments I was smiling
So what is this spell...
That she's kept me under?
What is this spell, won't she tell?
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