@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
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 stickin’ 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 stayed up ‘til 6 AM doing speed.” But now it’s 1 AM and I’m quite a few in and I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins and it’s been moving five inches every fucking five minutes.
I wanna ask the over privileged kids if they would fucking mind? I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room. What is this? The line for lines? It’s a long line for lines. I’m getting claustrophobia from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes. I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night. I don’t wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines. I don’t wanna be part of this night.
When I’m out these days I do is complain about the booming bass and the shitty DJ because 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, P.O.S, and M.I.A and if you’re on Serato Scratch don’t call yourself a DJ. Beat detecting’s got no attitude, your tempo maps can’t feel and room, but lemmings all have dancing shoes and I’m just freaking out.
You’re assaulting me with thrusts like I’m an asshole. You’re 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, and time after time I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night. I don’t wanna be part of these cokey times and eight dollar wines. I don’t wanna be part of this night.
The city subway station never glistens. 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 my light and climb the fire escape to the roof for a book 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 stayed up ‘til 6 AM doing speed.” But now it’s 1 AM and I’m quite a few in and I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins and it’s been moving five inches every fucking five minutes.
I wanna ask the over privileged kids if they would fucking mind? I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room. What is this? The line for lines? It’s a long line for lines. I’m getting claustrophobia from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes. I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night. I don’t wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines. I don’t wanna be part of this night.
When I’m out these days I do is complain about the booming bass and the shitty DJ because 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, P.O.S, and M.I.A and if you’re on Serato Scratch don’t call yourself a DJ. Beat detecting’s got no attitude, your tempo maps can’t feel and room, but lemmings all have dancing shoes and I’m just freaking out.
You’re assaulting me with thrusts like I’m an asshole. You’re 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, and time after time I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night. I don’t wanna be part of these cokey times and eight dollar wines. I don’t wanna be part of this night.
The city subway station never glistens. 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 my light and climb the fire escape to the roof for a book that I like.
Lyrics submitted by tubatweak
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