You get around this town in ways that would knock me down
I like and I love your style
You deal with the shit by the pile
Let's get so f*cking high
That we never want to die
You speak with the grace you engrave
In the losers and the ones that misbehave
Rhymes crimes nickels and dimes, f*cked up out of your mind
That's rock and roll
Party party party, here comes the life of the party
With a soul that's worn a beat
Dancing on two left feet again
I've been there friend, I understand