We made it to the party but we can't get in the door
Feels like my life is made of metaphors
Sin City and Desparation Doom
I had a dream that I weighed 102
There's something depressing about sitting on a train
It's 1am, fluroscent lights, my life is heading down the drain
I just want to sleep in Egyptian cotton
But if anyone's gonna be Batman it'll be Robin
I worry bout the money but the money ain't worrying bout me
Palms sweaty, sharp smell, it's 100 degrees
I wake up late, I sleep all day, all the world sees is a giant ashtray
The party's pumpin i see those arty types
Rolling their 7th joint, they live off the hype
A girl walks in a she says, Dont i know you? Dont you live on Dud Street
Sleeping away my day
Fuck it, I don't care anymore
I'm a sun goddess of the city
And I live on Dud Street

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