Ishroyale - The Swingers and I Lyrics

Galavanting, the swingers and I
Sank Mexico into the sea
Drank em' all under the table
Clutched my dress in the flesh and debris
I'd rather be dancing
Than kick my heels off before they leave
Bored as a butcher
Catching dust in his cleaver
Drunk like the son of the steed
Bloated pigs and blowfish
Eat from the trough
But we passed out in trailer parks
Before we sold the van and
Burned the cars of some truckers seeking some truth
But only found superstars
Let things fall apart
Like a change of the guard
Or a murmur of the
Romancing the throne, the swingers and I
Smashed crack pipes by the beach
Dodged the local police
Adorned in the robes of a priest
Fell asleep
In a train-car headed east
Hungover and hungry
Trampled in the arms of the beast
I long to be
I long to be
I long to be
Back in the bosom of
New Jersey
I long to be
I long to be
I long to be
Back in the bosom of
New Jersey,
The swingers and I
Would like to go dancing before they leave.