'Neath the wind Blown away Had I known I would have fled Through the park Down the lane Many eyes Mine knee to nape You don't, you don't You need to follow, who, someone that's not you You need to find someone that's not right That's all there is, is the afterparty That's all there is, is the afterparty That's all there is, is petty cash That's all there is, the pressure The pleasure The pressure The pleasure We carry on Through the blaze Find the guy Who has a place You need to feel someone that's not real And you need to find someone's that's not right That's all there is, is the afterparty That's all there is, is the afterparty That's all there is, is pocket cash That's all there is, the pressure The pleasure The pressure The pleasure