I sit in the back of the room Legs crossed, melting wax Another free drink so soon All good, like it back Red lights, heart attack Just a dream you know in insight Waving up to evening now it seems I live this rotten life
Spoiled Rotten life Stood frozen here with burning hands Coming out to dance with other drones you couldn't give a damn When the night calls Red current lipstick with the lights off Look at all the bottles lined up Wondering who they could pop for Golden embassy the black floor Burning lights to fill the time more Party action Retweet now you're the attraction
Sit around and watch them watch your faces and reactions And blur the lines until the sun is back in your horizen