Gangparty
One man's bet is another man's debt.
One woman's love is another woman's violence.
One woman's style is another's chance to be cruel a while.
This man's drink is that man's alcoholic, for real.
The day won't come and I'd like to thank someone
For leaving us to get things wrong.
I pray that day won't come,
When all that's wrong is how much we love everyone.
One man's grief is another man's relief.
One woman's pride and joy is another's little shit of a boy.
One woman's guile is another's glance and a secure smile.
And this man's party is that man's gang, rank and file.
The day won't come and I'd like to thank someone
For leaving us to get things wrong.
I pray that day won't come,
I pray that day, pray the day won't come, everyone.