The night, it´s New Years, the place, another school soirée.
The wealth engulfs us. The beach is close enough that there´s pollution in the water we bathe our souls in, and babble on in Beverly Hills.
A thousand children choking softly on mothers crazy pills.
I´m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, till I´m back on time.
Let the grass stain my clothes, gonna roll till the party starts,
And when it does I´ll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again.
And I´ll guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends.
Go home, go crazy, I´m running out of options again.
I´m scared, not lazy, but maybe I´ll get so wasted I won´t even remember.
The keg. it´s bleeding, I think I need to help it die.
I´m glad I brought my starving conscience so I can suck it dry.
I´m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll till I´m back on time.
Let the grass stain my clothes I´m gonna roll till the party starts,
And when it does I´ll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again.
And I´ve got to drink these last eight shots for all my friends...
I´m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, till I´m back on time.
I´ll let the grass stain my clothes, gonna roll till the party starts,
And when it does I´ll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again.
And I´ll guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends.