The basement's been cleared Out of shit you haven't looked at for years Packaged and taped For a yardsale display The people dismount To crawl over your discarded crowns The bills in their eyes Make it easier to kiss them goodbyes The public fountain has been sucked bone dry Trade in their wealth for lackluster price How do you sleep at night Don't think we don't know That you leave but still you won't go Cashgrab for the cunts Farewells should be once You don't see us lay Down our tartans anything today The punkers lament Just to pay your own rent The public fountain has been sucked bone dry Trade in their wealth for lackluster price How do you sleep at night The years have been kind Like a fine glass of wine We give all that we got Even when out of scotch From silver to gold We will never grow old The choir will sing Till she carries us home