Most People Are DJs

well hold steady ybor city. you're up to your neck in sweat wet confetti.
if you want to get a little bit heady. it's gonna have to get a little bit heavy. we're jamming jetskis into the jetty now. with some guy who looks like rocco sefredi. and i've heard he's been dead once already.

it's going down right now in lowertown. they're skipping off the good ship ussssssss sexuality. searching for the merchant with the five second delivery. they're slipping soft rock into the setlist now. they got some new guy that looks just like phil lynott. we're stumbling but i think we're still in it.
it's a big world girl and i can't understand it. we're tiny white specks on a bright blue planet.

i was a teenage ice machine. i kept it cool in coolers. and i drank until i dreamed. when i dreamed i always dreamed about the scene. all these kids look like little lambs looking up at me. i was a twin cities trash bin. i did everything they'd give me. i'd jam it in my system. she got me cornered in by kitchen. i said i'll do anything but listen to some weird talking chick who just can't understand that we're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet. baby take off your beret. everyone's a critic and most people are djs. and everything getse played

working backwards from the doctor to the drugs. from the packie to the taxi to the cabbie to the club. a thousand kids will fall in love in all these clubs tonight. a thousand other kids will end up gushing blood tonight. two thousand kids wont get all that much sleep tonight.
two thousand kids they still feel pretty sweet tonight. ya i still feel pretty sweet.