Synapse to synapse, the possibility's thin
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
On your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date
The figure's in plastic on a wedding cake that I took were so real
And I kept a distance, the complications cloud
The postcards and blips through fiber optics
As the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bow ties
Their parents bought them, I'll catch you this time
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly, I'll tell you mine
You were the one but I can't spit it out when the date's been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately
Synapse to synapse, the sneaky kids had attached
Beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
Up and down the main drag
People would turn to see who's making the racket
It's not the first time
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
And I'll contest but they won't listen
When the casualty rate's near 100%
And there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly, I'll tell you mine
You were the one but I can't spit it out when the date's been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately
You were the one but I can't spit it out when the date's been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately
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