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and what a fucking waste of a day, we just lay around and waste away, because when that sun goes down it's bottoms up, we try to reach the bottom of the endless cup, everybody's getting older, but no one's growing up, as the weather's getting colder, the room starts heating up, cam's hair just keeps falling out and chris just keeps getting fatter, but from where i sit now, on this rickety stool, none of that shit really matters because, this is our versailles, palace on the swamp, listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want, what matters the most is the bad joke ghost, circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt, never forming pleasantry, i'm so drunk i can't feel a thing, pledge your allegiance to the fucking swamp king, drunk as hell, dumb as all get out, so pucker up those pretty lips of yours and, kiss my ass and shut your mouth, sometimes a knife right through your heart is exactly what you need, sometimes the things that your ashamed of make you who you're supposed to be, listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want, we'll remain here, we'll remain here forever and always, what matters the most is the backdrop ghost, circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt, we'll remain here, we'll remain here forever, like a million other soldiers on a thousand other battlefields we wait, wait for the dawn, like a million other soldiers yes we wait, this is our versailles, palace on the swamp, this is our versailles