Monogomy Is Overrated Lyrics

With the children out to play the eldest daughter fornicates
Taking sips of alcohol to glorify the change in her
The youngest son of the richest man is the only one who gives a damn
And not a soul will ever know that the rumors spread were by his own

The oldest harp in the newest town plays angelic notes for the devil's crowd
Thus not a soul will pay any mind to the soldiers lighting up the night

Give us drinks, give us girls, give us shots at the bar
Give us homes, give wives, give us practical cars

Blasphemy he screams at her but she doesn't hear a single word
"Father, please, just let it be. The fuckin' war is over! Your fuckin' war is over!"
Blasphemy she screams at her but she doesn't hear a single word
"Mother, please, monogamy is overrated baby!"

Watch these titans scream at the top of their lungs writhing from the flames on the tips of their tongues
Give us drinks, give us girls, give us shots at the bar
Give us homes, give us wives, give us practical cars
Watch these titans scream at the top of their lungs writhing from the flames on the tips of their tongues
Give us drugs, give us love, give us terrible highs
Give us guns, give us gold, give us 4-letter knives

With the cradle in the barn the farmer's daughter speaks her heart
Laying waste to all he's taught her; making claims he never thought she would

They're singin', screamin' tell me monogamy is over(rated)
Rated for your sickest pleasure
(They're singin', screamin' tell me monogamy is over(rated) for your sickest pleasure)
We're singin', screamin' pleasure: the muted feeling after we supply a former lover with saliva from another
(We're singin', screamin' pleasure: the muted feeling after we defy a former lover)