Retirement — текст песни (cursive)

Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard
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 spirits
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 suits us
We just fake it through