The Nightclub Is Over

This is a ballad of my private thoughts, this is a ballad of sickening thoughts
Music is nothing, just stands in the background, it's the ringing in your ears when you head hits the pillow, it's the ache in your brain when the nightclub is over

It's ups and downs, ups and downs, take my thoughts, take my thoughts
What to do, what to do? Taking off my trousers and you take off your socks

You can set the night on fire with a disco ball, a razor sharp haircut
A little perfume and a racing pulse, and a Wonderbra

I hear that someone else is doing it for you but, hey now, I was there first

Area 51 is under my bed, extinct in the middle of winter
Yeah, so talented and beautiful, you're one in a million, my teeth shine like dead stars
God is running out, God is running, he sucks on his own sweat, it's been a hard days work

Masturbation is better for girls with imagination

Big Brother keeps me company now