Cursive - Retirement lyrics
[Cursive - Retirement lyrics]
They're scribed across stained glass
They're posted on the billboards
A lackluster charade and are we so naive
To concede these forefathers?
Apparently we are
Well, apparently it's true
There's no slot machines past
The pearly gates why do we kid ourselves?
We grow old and wise we just lose our minds
The dinner is a hit
The guests are full of spirit's
They gather around the husband
He's versed in party tricks
The wife is in the bedroom
Smearing her makeup, makeup, make it up
But she's got a lover on the side
Motels, cheap wine
She says "You can't base love
Off the pity fuck
Unless they've got a lot of money"
'Cause it's the games that we play
'Cause we need to exist
We're not humans, we're citizens
It's the one on the ground
With his hands on his heart
It's the cleavage of division
It's all jagged and jaded but it suit's us
We just fake it through