You were running around
Finger on the trigger
God damn you were the gold in the sun
You were all over town
Keeping your guard down
Chasing every tail you could find
They just wanna stay young
Young in the city
Every drink is the last one
And you just wanna have fun
It's what you've got coming
God knows you deserve it
Now the streets are lit up with your voices
Planting the seeds of divorces
Wild horses couldn't drag you away
Five years of feast for
Forty more of famine
Seems like a good trade
Keep, keep the drinks coming
I wanna feel nothing
Keep, keep the drinks coming
Keep, keep the drinks coming
I wanna feel nothing
Keep, keep the drinks coming
Fucker, keep the drinks coming

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