Worst Night @ the Disco

I drink until no one sees me
The glass is always half empty
I’ll drink until my liver’s rotten
Walking round the streets of London
Ten million people but I know no one
Breath in air but it’s like poison
Some days I want to go back
I have a rib cage like a fucking toast rack

It’s the worst night @ the disco
Spike my drink with techno
Would some one kill the DJ?
Please kill the DJ

Begging for cash but they ignore me
With modern lives there far too busy
I’d jet a job but I’m too happy
To live my life and die in misery
So I fuck off back to Frisco
And spend my life in bars and discos
There ain’t no way I’m going back
To having a rib cage like a fucking toast rack

It’s the best night @ the disco
On the house drinks and techno
Then some one killer the DJ
They Killed the DJ

I cruze round the streets of Frisco
In and out of all the discos
Buying the drinks for all the Alco’s
My life’s too coooool
For giving to something I don’t believe in
So I go to another disco
I’ll spend my life in Frisco
I can’t tell you why, but I really don’t want to go

©Wednesday, 15 July 2009 Alex Kyriacou