Death Party Cold Foamers

I got the call
I'm feeling small
Don't talk at all
I've got my head down on the wall

You're on your back
And I've got my head down on the wall

You won't feel sorry for a slight infraction
Although I know, I know if I could just lay still
And get some action
Although I know, I know, I know, I know I'd rather keep you cold
Till Sunday wakes us up

We got lucky that death was such a party