(Ready?)



I trust as far as I can spit

You can read deep into it

New York nightlife isn't shit

Without a storyboard

I don't think much impresses me 

Like a drunk celebrity

Just fall down and fall asleep 

Like the rest



On your way out

Don't bother picking up your tab

It's a stake out

Hanging on with baited breath

You're just milking this to death



So sad I have to disappoint

Her need is not a selling point

The drinks are better in this joint

Everyone's a friend

Not that the nightlife isn't great

And if I seem to be I rate

Don't have tolerence for fakes

What's to say...



On your way out

Don't bother picking up your tab

It's a stake out

Hanging on with baited breath

You're just milking this to death



Somewhere the novelty wore thin

In the city I was in

There was an actor soaked in gin

With an entourage

This is my home away from home

Get a barstool of your own

I watch you sinking like a stone

What a sight...



On your way out

Don't bother picking up your tab

It's a stake out

Hanging on with baited breath

You're just milking this for 



Access...What little we posess

Any other pays the cover

But it wouldn't be the same



Access...Destined to impress

You can follow every model

But you always try to hover near fame



Access...What little we posess

Any other pays the cover

But it wouldn't be the same



Access...Destined to impress

You can follow every model

But you always try to hover near fame