You were running around Finger on the trigger God damn, you were the gold in the sun You were all over town Keeping your guard down Chasing every tail you could find ♪ They just wanna stay young Young in the city Every drink is the last one And you just wanna have fun It's what you've got coming God knows you deserve it, yeah ♪ Now the streets are lit up with your voices Planting the seeds of divorces Wild horses couldn't drag you away Five years of feast for Forty more of famine Seems like a good trade, yeah ♪ Keep, keep the drinks coming I wanna feel nothing Keep, keep the drinks coming, yeah Keep, keep the drinks coming I wanna feel nothing Keep, keep the drinks coming Fucker, keep the drinks coming