Holy shit The sun is set The moon on the parapet Of a bungalow Where we're drinking to our lives Holy shit I'm a revisionist Flapping around like a sweet bird of youth Those days have flown the coup Holy shit That we even exist All our lives we stumbled, we stammered, and clamored Up to this Holy shit It's 2 A.M The bars are closed, we're stuck again With these fateful and fretful decisions Holy shit I'm not equipped for this If my body's a temple, it's crumbling And it can't be renovated Holy shit That we even exist All our lives we stumbled, we stammered, and clamored These days There's no mystery No majesty No history In the making as before Onward Ever yonder We wander toward the Holy shit It's all just cancer and death Holy shit That we even exist All our lives we stumbled, we stammered, and clamored Just for this