Party On

Doing E, doing speed, doing cocaine

Mix it with alcohol and go insane

In the morning the edge of the knife

Where the hell is the bright side of life?

It's a farcical high for a few hours

Then you're blind and you can't see the bright flowers

For the light of a child and the glee

If you splurge then the law you'll agree

Turns you into a shell of what you used to be

All the weeks you're living in a fantasy

Fantasise about the party to come

Then your day-life just doesn't seem fun

I'm not telling you how to do your thing

I'm just laying down some facts about indulging

How the shit going 'round can become

Your controller, your dictator, your one

I'm giving it up I swear in the New Year..

No more of that for me, you'll see...

I'm going to be going straight I can't wait

Until this year is gone, party on..

Coming down on the ground in a small house

You're a man but you feel like a small mouse

Not so long ago you felt like a king

Someone give me psychiatrist a ring

We'll have no bread and feel feckin' brain-dead

All alone in a room full of E-heads

Feel so hollow and sickingly and worthless

There's no cure in the mosques or the churches

I met strangers who barely six hours ago

Were the best friends I thought I'd ever know

Now they're strangers again 'cos I'm down

And I won't say 'hello' if I see them in town.