The Desolation Ball

Come All! The Desolation Ball awaits
As the yawning concrete fields lie fallow
We lust after joy in our dire straits

We’ll shine our shoes and then pick up our dates
A knockout in blue, but she’s a real pill
Come All! The Desolation Ball awaits

Here, as our desperate mass coagulates,
On these sullen streets that lie cracked and still
We lust after joy in our dire straits

We saunter on through the festival gates;
Past eager cops with guns and time to kill
Come All! The Desolation Ball awaits

Here, the cigarette butts accumulate,
In this sumptuous gutter that flows downhill
We lust after joy in our dire straits

The downing of drinks and sealing of fates
This luxurious ruin is hallowed
Come All! The Desolation Ball Awaits
We lust after joy in our dire straits