we hit the nightlife like deer in the headlights
frozen jonesing and uptight with the stage frights
think it's gonna be alright
now you're tanner you're thinner you drink right through dinner
there's needles and pinners as prizes for the winners
love is like a battle of the bands, crank up your amps man
i'm pretty tight with the lake street vice
we get together like the fleas and the lice might
i'm pretty nice to my lake street vices
one flat out begs me, the other entices
and i'm nailed to the nightlife like christ on the cross
got a terrible cough, my skin is like see-thru
i've been tryin to meet you, dyin to reach you
it's too late for liquor but we could get some 3-2
we could always get some 3-2
we could always get some 3-2
3-2-1, are you still havin fun
1-2-3, yeah is this still a party
it looks an awful lot like a city to me
and it seems pretty dangerous
1-2-3, yeah is this still a party
3-2-1, they just got too many guns
too many guns
and too many tongues
we did the sangre de stephanie right into the stephanie says
fallin off the flatbed wasted and dancin
holdin hands and speedin into scranton to the stephanie says
at the tail end of some crazy ravey binge
your friend in the indian fringes looks an awful lot like frampton
before the trash got crucified, they loaded up on those curly fries
and pontias pilate was just night club dwight in disguise
