Nothing seems to blow your mind

you are off your grind because	

petty crimes and New York times

mean nothing real to you	

 	

You are either half asleep or drunk dialing	

You just cannot keep hotlining here	

We feel you ought to leave this town 	

It seems we are to shut things down	

We seem to want to leave this	

 	

Nothing is real so trash your mind 	

You are out of line because	

petty crimes and New York times	

mean nothing real to you	

 	

You are either half asleep or drunk dialing	

we might as well be open here	

You are either half asleep or drunk dialing	

you just cannot keep hotlining here	

 	

We close tonight	

We fold tonight	

We stop tonight	

Full-blown tonight