When the A-side plays
And it spins and sways
And it sounds like thunder

There is no one to blame
With your missing names
And your missing numbers

When on the pages burning
When torn from the spine
Would you judge the cover?

Will you write our names
Where the pavements laid
That our bones are under

Party directions into a grave
We're lost

No one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
In the halls of shame

When the B-side stops
When the needle drops
And it says what band

And it makes that noise
Like a private cry
When the silence fails

And you wrote our names
At the stick in the street
With your fucked up hair

As your eyes turned black
Your mascara ran screaming, 'I was here'
Well, you sort of were
And you sort of weren't, dear
We're lost
And no one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
No, in the halls of shame