Ghost Party (feat. Mieka Pauley)

Minding my own business

Knock at the door, who is it?

Be right there, one minute

Gotta get up and go get it

Got white hair, eyes all crazy

Now most madmen don't faze me

But these guys, I'll admit it, got me scared we're finished

The scientists proved we're all gonna die

They got charts and equations, the how and the why

You did not invite 'em and neither did I

But they're here, drink up, we're all gonna die

Ghosts must always feel like they're visiting their old high school

They don't recognize any of these new kids

The halls, they twist the same, but there are all these odd new posters on the walls

When I'm trying to get to get bed

I start thinking about endings

And instead of simply counting trying to sleep

I'm counting down

I'm sacrificing sheep

At parties

I wander from room to room not sure what I'm looking for

I think I'm supposed to find another person here

When I smoke too much weed

And I get paranoid that every pair of eyes is glued to me

And maybe they are

And I'm not crazy

And the spirit of every bastard who ever had a drink in this place is back for old times' sake

Maybe there's a million of them

Having their own party beside us

And they're staring

Thinking, "Look at all those lonely, solid people

Pretending to check their cell phones

Grandma lived 99 years and never learned to drive

At the end of her life

She didn't know one person left in her own age

God's a bully and he makes it rain dodgeballs

You can stand off in the corner and you might last a little longer

But you'll never win that way

I go do my laundry

Those dogs are right behind me

Get lost in some party

Those creeps will always find me

Who are they? What is this?

I mind my own damn business

Always there to remind me all about their findings

The scientists proved we're all gonna die

They got charts and equations, the how and the why

You did not invite 'em and neither did I

But they're here, drink up, we're all gonna die

You're telling me a little vodka could kill me?

How do you even know it's there?

It's so still you can see right through it

Well you can see through me too,

Said the ghost

And I'm here

You know because you can feel me

And that makes sense

Because I'm too fucked up to be skeptical right now

You get drunk and start believing in things

Like that shapes and even better shapes

Like that a night with some stranger's gonna make you happy

The only people brave enough for suicide are the cowards

We're all looking out of the corner of our eyes

For where to go next

Like "this party sucks, there must be someplace better"

The ghosts, they know we're thinking like chumps. they know it's not important who we go Home with tonight.

Partly cause they can't generate friction, so they can't have sex

But mostly because party is right here

And it's the best party ever

I mean look bro, ben franklin is making out with marie curie

Fucking classic, Reagan's doing his falling out the window bit again,

Casper can't even hold his liquor

It goes right through him

You never seen smoke rings until you've seen a Ghengis Khan hit the hookah

Chris Farley'll even let you use him as a vaporizer bag if you ask real nice

Our eyes are little projectors

Life's a drive-in movie theater and my grandma needs a ride

I don't want to go

The way they say

If I gotta go let it be my way

The scientists proved we're all gonna die

They got charts and equations, the how and the why

You did not invite 'em and neither did I

But they're here, drink up, we're all gonna die