So the needle won't stick to the dartboard anymore
Just a mess of cork and paint
but it seemed fine for amateurs
So let's craft a new thought
Now that the years have ruined our plans
of throwing darts at pictures of cops, ex-lovers, and presidents
Mother liberty
Caress me with generous affections
Mother, liberty
For there's a tempest overhead
So meet me tonight
in the darkest spot in town
And we can finally make jokes
About causing trouble aboveground
So meet me tonight
in the darkest spot we know
You bring the guitars, pens, and drinks
I'll bring the crossbow
"Young till we die,"
Resounds on the dance floor
While dodgy movements shake
Beneath stagnant feet
Young till we die
Mother liberty
Caress me with generous affections
Mother, liberty
For there's a tempest overhead