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 [bad word] out to dance with other drones you couldn't give a [bad word] 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