Party On

Doing E, doing speed, doing *******
Mix it with alcohol and go insane
In the morning the edge of the knife
Where the hell is the bright side of life?
Its a farcical high for a few hours
Then youre blind and you cant see the bright flowers
For the light of a child and the glee
If you splurge then the law youll agree
Turns you into a shell of what you used to be
All the weeks youre living in a fantasy
Fantasize about the party to come
Then your day life just doesnt seem fun
Im not telling you how to do your thing
Im just laying down some facts about indulging
How the *******t going round can become
Your controller, your dictator, your one
Im giving it up I swear in the New Year
No more of that for me, youll see
Im going to be going straight I cant wait
Until this year is gone, party on
Coming down on the ground in a small house
Youre a man but you feel like a small mouse
Not so long ago you felt like a king
Someone give me psychiatrist a ring
Well have no bread and feel feckin brain dead
All alone in a room full of E heads
Feel so hollow and sickeningly and worthless
Theres no cure in the mosques or the churches
I met strangers who barely six hours ago
Were the best friends I thought Id ever know
Now theyre strangers again cos Im down
And I wont say Hello if I see them in town