How to ruin a party you weren't invited to (Beauty of the Blitzkrieg)

Oh God, what a lecherous disaster
First with the stick shift 
And now with some penny drift
You have flooded these thoughts to the borderline 
Well, someone has to live up to their name
There are parties and discos, roller rinks and zoos
Hand in hand, red cup in hand in mouth in thought
Moonlight fills the two clashing galas, yet, nobody is even dancing here
But nobody even came
See, the book was studied, and there was no irrational checking of the doors and clocks at all 
Not at all
You go back to your pretentious town to see your pretentious friends the way the pretentious do 
You go back to the realization that while they speak they erase the line between absolutely pretentious and avant garde
It will not be long until "I loved her" turns to "Who?" 
How shocked you will be when you turn your back to see this very familiar stranger
Black mascara and red lips sputtering running
Masked, adorning evening wear to be the beauty of the blitzkrieg
The invitations have long been sent
This revenge has long been hell bent
Toilet paper, eggs, and red spray paint fill my trash can 
All the way to the borderline.