Take my money," Is all I think He looks at the earring "Fag," he mumbles I don't mind He's fat No one likes him Life's too short I pass a table of black girls With short hair They look like men They all look the same I can hear the strobe now It's loud And the music's too bright I look for my friends But I can't remember if I came alone Or not Doesn't matter though There's hundreds of people Who have waited all their lives No doubt To be my friend And as I near the bar I see two persons Eating each other's faces I bark to the bartender He gives me a placebo I'm "so young," he tells me "To be here." I nod and swallow the bland drink Then I stumble several times Near a crowd And they think I'm a good dancer I hear a girl tell another girl That some girl she knows Watched a Girl Puke in the toilet I smile in their general direction The good-looking one comes over And bites my cheek It hurts And I start to Hit her But she's grinning And I can see my blood on her teeth And I pull her to me "My place or yours?" "The gutter will be fine," she confesses As we walk out She takes another bite from my cheek And I smile at the fat man By the door Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
