I missed the offering, friendsNone of us will reach the topRemember what I saidI’m selling out to the beat of that song in your head“Hey, hey, hey!! I’m stuck in back”“I’m all the way up front”“Well I’m gonna take it slow”I’m gonna face the fact that I’m a proYou cannot pray forThey might as well be dyingAnd I want to find the only wayOver and underOver and out, sirCelebrate the hedonist thoughtAnd then we’ll rage for half an hourUntil the devil’s lying naked passed out in my bedYou let him in, so get him outCaviar might taste the same withAntique platters decked with shitBless the fameI missed the offering of caviar, with my head in the sandI might have had a dish or twoDiamonds don’t mean shit if you don’t mine them for the worldThey keep fighting over me they’ll waste a fight againI’m so over it and you’re under it. wasted violent trendsThey keep fighting over me. a waste of violent trends