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The Basement
by Gumshoes
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The dinner's been in disarray
Since I uncorked the cabernet
The neighbours' behaviour it ain't so passive no more
The mayor is scaring the pastor's kids
With his neverending laughing fit
The dean is leaving if we aren't gonna get him a straw
With manic smiles and segues
I pretend to keep the thread
There's a pool of blood in the basement
Staining the concrete red
The dean's got a sleeve full of silverware
The mayor's trying to arm wrestle all who dare
The neighbours engagement crumbles over cherry, pie
'Well I've been sleeping with your mistress too
And she says it's better than it is with you'
The pastor snaps a platter with a battlecry
The rare occasion glassware
Goes sailing past my head
There's a pool of blood in the basement
Staining the concrete red
We sip chablis in silence
And wish that we were dead
There's a pool of blood in the basement
Staining the concrete red
The dinner's been in disarray
Since I uncorked the cabernet
The neighbours' behaviour it ain't so passive no more
The mayor is scaring the pastor's kids
With his neverending laughing fit
The dean is leaving if we aren't gonna get him a straw
With manic smiles and segues
I pretend to keep the thread
There's a pool of blood in the basement
Staining the concrete red
The dean's got a sleeve full of silverware
The mayor's trying to arm wrestle all who dare
The neighbours engagement crumbles over cherry, pie
'Well I've been sleeping with your mistress too
And she says it's better than it is with you'
The pastor snaps a platter with a battlecry
The rare occasion glassware
Goes sailing past my head
There's a pool of blood in the basement
Staining the concrete red
We sip chablis in silence
And wish that we were dead
There's a pool of blood in the basement
Staining the concrete red
