ear to speak, shoulder to lean the weight of the world and a chip gets mean heavy staggering if you’re gonna get bent don’t get bent for free two cents for your mind how you nickel and dime only wish for coin when the wells gets dry bonified french cuffs and ties death row meal with no end in mind mothers plug your ears and close your eyes we won’t have to give a damn for what we get tonight
we’re at full capacity fire marshal’s hastlin’ we ain’t up to code whatever that means flesh tone blur sweat drenched shirts whoever’s left standing will be coming in first first name basis will do just fine cause this ain’t the kinda party that happens twice if the doors won’t hold, spill onto the streets if the power gets cut, dance without a beat reaching terminal velocity temperatures climbing up the mercury won’t lose our cool if the boys in blue come bring down the heat