The Wedding Party Slaughter

There’s tiny shards of flowers afloat in the air
Confetti and rice in the caterer’s hair
Pieces of cake, and the champaign glasses
The dear little kiss for photographers’ cameras

Moments before, when it all seemed so plain
Now there’s no need to clean up, ‘cause everyone is staying

No one’s gonna lose a son or gain a fine young daughter
Now there’s no witness there to see the
Wedding party slaughtеr

Remember thе day, normal and nice
Best man was late, they lost the ring twice
Bridesmaids all cried when they started to march
And the love all swelled up inside of their hearts

And the bride was lovely, she was young and so in love
Her eyes misted up and she leaped when she breathed “I do”
*Sigh*

It was the happiest day of their fresh young lives
Planes flew their names in the bright blue sky
But now gelatine molds are all filled with holes
They strike up the band, but no one is left standing

No one’s gonna lose a son or gain a fine young daughter
Now there’s no witness there to see the wedding party slaughter