Can't stop working

Stayin' out fucking late

Downtown scream on the odds

I'm getting laid



Before you hit the door

There's a drinker in the bedroom



I faught the law

And they mother fucking took me to jail



(Chorus)



Do you ever think about the good things

From your using days to the bad dreams

Do you ever think

Do you ever think

Do you ever

Fucking think at all



The band is kickin'

The club is filling up with freaks



8ball dealing

A dollar 45 for drinks



Before you hit the door

There's a head banger stashed with weed



I got some balls and

I still cut fucking loose



(Chorus X2)



Last one standing

Nothing at all to drink



Close your face

My libido's about to break



(Chorus X2)