Stuff That I Like

The city subway stations never glisten

The gates rise up like they belong in prison

And my balance is low

I better pick a good place, I got one ride to go

Your fucking cocaine party fucking freaks me out

When did Scott Weiland show up, how long's he sticking around?

I guess this new fare hike means that I'll ride my bike

Play video games and do other stuff that I like

And in the morning, cleaning up, we found these plastic bags

With a little bit of party left, and started to laugh

Man, I'm glad I passed out from the booze and the weed

'Cause the house was up till 6 AM doing speed

Now it's 1 AM and I'm quite a few in

I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins

And it's been moving five inches every fucking five minutes

I want to ask the overprivileged kids

If they would fucking mind, I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room

What is this, the line for lines, a long line for lines?

I'm getting claustrophobia from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes

What is this, the line for lines, a long line for lines?

I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night

I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines

I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this night

When I go out these days, all I do is complain

About the booming bass and the shitty DJ

If I wanted to go to a dance club, I'd own a bottle of Brut

A closet full of Christian Dior and I'd be in a different room

'Cause we can dance to Otis Redding, POS, and MIA

And if you're on Serato Scratch, don't call yourself a DJ

Beat detecting's got no attitude, your tempo maps can't fill a room

But lemmings all have dancing shoes

And I'm just freaking out, you're assaulting me with thrusts like I'm an asshole

Sweating to the sounds of Billboard's Hot 100

Like a total yeah, bro! dick, man, I thought that we all lived here 'cause we're different

I guess I was wrong this time, time after time

I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night

I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of these coke-y times and eight dollar wines

I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this night

The city subway stations never glisten

The gates rise up like: What's up? You're in prison!

Confined by alcoholism

And lack of better decisions for having fun on the weekends

But this shitty atmosphere keeps bumming me out

Don't want my Club MTV, I hate Downtown Julie Brown

I guess these new prices hikes will make me grab me light

Climb the fire escape to the roof with a book that I like