Come all sit up, taste decay,
F*ck Work, party with me...
Ambitions on hold, inhibitions away.
Every last f*cker in the room's eating out of my hand,
Every last f*cker in my way can understand that...
If you let the pain take you right through the other side you can feel alright...
F*ck Work, Let's Party!
Your distress can sail away...
I get off in every way.
Every last f*cker in the room that I can't stand.
Every last frustrated fashionista,
If you let the pain take you right through the other side you could feel alright...
F*ck Work, Let's Party!