There is no odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
Take this gun from me
Let all the angels see
This intoxicated barely breathing
Debauchery
And they all come marching in

With the mass artillery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a
Cocktail hour with an open bar
And the dance floor is
Begging for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
Your intentions dissipate
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar...
You just had to take

[**Poem at the end that is in Russian:]
Celebrate the skeleton
Pull out your hair
Pull out your hair
Puke up all your sentiments
Please don't stare
Please don't stare
The owl lost his voice within
He's full of shit
He's full of shit
We'll clip his wings and try again
The vultures spit
The vultures spit
This is the year of the skeleton
This is the year of the skeleton
Set the bar below your head
And tax your dreams
And tax your dreams
Wrap the bar around your neck
Hang from your seams
Hang from your seams
Feed the leech and nurse her grief
Now starve your friends
Now starve your friends
Eat the owl, salute the thief
We'll love again
We'll love again
This is the year of the skeleton
This is the year of the skeleton