up to your neck in sweat and
wet confetti. if
you want to get a little bit heady.
it's gonna have
to get a little bit heavy.
we're jamming jetskis into the jetty now.
with some guy who looks like rocco sefredi.
andi've heard he's been dead once already.
it's going down
right now
in lowertown.
they're skipping off the good ship u s s s
sexuality.
searching for the merchant with
the five minute delivery.
they're slipping soft rock into
the setlist now. they got some new guy
that looks just like phil lynott.
we're stumbling
but i think we're still in it.
it's a big world girl and
i can't understand it. we're
tiny white specks on a bright blue planet.
i was a teenage ice machine.
i kept it cool in coolers. i drank until i dreamed.
when i dreamed i always dreamed about the scene.
all these kids look like little lambs
looking up at me.
i was a twin cities trash bin.
i did everything they'd give me. i'd
jam it in my system. she
had me cornered in the kitchen. i
said i'll do anything but listen
to some weird talking chick who
just can't understand
that we're hot soft spots
on a hard rock planet.
baby take off your beret.
everyone's a critic and most people are djs.
working backwards from
the doctor to the drugs. from
the packie to the taxi to the cabbie
to the club.
a thousand kids
will fall in love in
all the clubs
tonight. a thousand other kids
will end up gushing blood
tonight. two thousand kids
wont get too much sleep
tonight. two thousand kids
they still feel pretty sweet
tonight.
i still feel pretty sweet.
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