She's been taking democracy
hitting another shore
and now her mama told my papa
that she's after my goods
She lost her smile and her sanity
crawling across the floor
and now she's 'clitching clutching'
on my patio.
Match to the gasoline
steppin' on my machine
she's telling me:
"the voice of god won't call me
on my tin can phone"
I'll believe in anything
as long as you take me by the hand tonight
to your wasted party all night long
She's getting high on hypocrisy
hidden behind the door
and now she's spying on me with her tv eye
Wasting my time, losing my mind
wasting her life chasing my heart
so where's the party?
so where's the party?
so where's the party?
your wasted party
I'll believe in anything
as long as you take me by the hand tonight
to your wasted party all night long
so where's the party?
so where's the party?
so where's the party? X 4
your wasted party
I'll believe in anything
as long as you take me by the hand tonight
to your wasted party all night long
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