We hit the nightlife like deer in the headlights Frozen jonesing and uptight with the stage frights Think it's gonna be alright Now you're tanner you're thinner you drink right through dinner There's needles and pinners as prizes for the winners Love is like a battle of the bands, crank up your amps man I'm pretty tight with the lake street vice We get together like the fleas and the lice might I'm pretty nice to my lake street vices One flat out begs me, the other entices And i'm nailed to the nightlife like christ on the cross Got a terrible cough, my skin is like see-thru I've been tryin to meet you, dyin to reach you It's too late for liquor but we could get some 3-2 We could always get some 3-2 We could always get some 3-2 3-2-1, are you still havin fun 1-2-3, yeah is this still a party It looks an awful lot like a city to me And it seems pretty dangerous 1-2-3, yeah is this still a party 3-2-1, they just got too many guns Too many guns And too many tongues We did the sangre de stephanie right into the stephanie says Fallin off the flatbed wasted and dancin Holdin hands and speedin into scranton to the stephanie says At the tail end of some crazy ravey binge Your friend in the indian fringes looks an awful lot like frampton Before the trash got crucified, they loaded up on those curly fries And pontias pilate was just night club dwight in disguise