Party Bag - I Blame Coco

Who mixed up the blood with the red wine tonight

Who put the sugar in the salt shaker

And when the nerves kick in it’s the punchline

Well you’re speaking to tongues, but you’re having too much fun to unwind

So pick up a party bag

To take home the fun we had

In this vanilla sky

So pick up a party bag

To take home the fun we had

In this vanilla sky, we’ll fall

So are you eating well (YES!)

Are the bed’s as comfy in the flames of Hell?

And the wedding bells (WHAT!)

Let us get married in this prison cell

And if the left glove fits the right hand

And if the devil dances on your side

Should he cover his horns

Should he cover his eyes and mouth

So pick up a party bag

To take home the fun we had

In this vanilla sky

So pick up a party bag

To take home the fun we had

In this vanilla sky, we’ll fall

We’ll fall

Well it’s a dark, dark night for destruction

But we’ll be alright

You feel the fast heartbeats on your chest so even the deaf man can dance

To the punch fest, to the punch fest

So pick up a party bag

To take home the fun we had

In this vanilla sky

So pick up a party bag

To take home the fun we had

In this vanilla sky

in this vanilla sky, we’ll fall

Well it’s a dark, dark night for destruction

But we’ll be alright

So pick up a party bag

To take home the fun we had

In this vanilla sky, we’ll fall