I pump poison. Into my body. To forget. That I am me. It feels good. Wonderful. I forget I have feelings at all. You're dizzy. I floated up. Fifteen miles high.
Waiting on this empty day. It's just the same as any day. An' although I got nothing to say. I'm going to say it anyway. Day, day upon day, day upon day.
There are ghosts in here. An easy laze. They dance all night. With a vacant gaze. They stand in rows. And buy alcohol. We're having fun at the dancehall.
La la la la. . La la la la. . La la la la. . La la la la. . Meanie Leanie. Come on down. Come and entertain the town. It's Friday night and we're all bored.