Party 'till you pass out, drink 'till you're dead.



What happened to the rockstar.
Going fast, going hard.
What happened to not giving a fuck about tomorrow.
What happened to the cynical taste in everyones mouth.

This city is a graveyard, the bodies are all our dreams.
We've come to embrace second best.
The backup plan.

We've become accustomed to getting by.
Accepted images of false hope, broken promises.
Aspirations gone, we just fade away.

It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place
For you.