Gluttons Here We Go

Should I save,

The champagne glasses,

As last to break,

When tomorrow comes,

Will we celebrate?

While tonight we breathe

This dismal fate.

 

Should I wait,

For the coming on,

Of a new day,

When tomorrow comes,

Will we celebrate?

The champagne glasses,

Are last to break.

 

Here we go again,

Waiting for the knife,

Here we go again,

Here we go again,

Gluttons for misery,

Here we go again.

 

Should I leave,

Tonight’s mistakes on,

Don’t press repeat,

It’s a motive short.

Should we keep,

All of these in a box,

One day we’ll weep,

When we see the circles,

Safe for our retreat.

 

Here we go again,

Waiting for the knife,

Here we go again,

Here we go again,

Gluttons for misery,

Here we go again.

 

Here we go again,

Waiting for the knife,

Here we go again,

Here we go again,

Gluttons for misery,

Here we go again.

 

The champagne glasses,

Are last to break.

The champagne glasses,

Are last to break.