The crowd and I caught you crawling across the floor,
Making your way to the bathroom door.
It was at that very moment. I didn�t know who to hate less or more,
Myself, the angry crowd, or your soul that was poor.
Poor little soul, won�t you pour me another drink, and....
Pass that girl, cause she doesn�t seem to mind.
Pass that what�s in your hand, cause we all need to kill some time
Better get drunk quick, cause our ride is leaving soon,
And maybe on that judgement day, I won�t be in the room.
I saw the conversation, from miles away.
It was something like, hello, your name and the standard credential array.
It was a confirmation of an adoration smile, no strings attached, no bills to pay.
Laughing louder, you let out the false I�m hip hip hooray.
Well hip hip hip, hip hip hooray!
You know I always say...
Pass that girl, cause she doesn�t seem to mind.
Pass that what�s in your hand, cause we all need to kill some time
Better get drunk quick, cause our ride is leaving soon,
And maybe on that judgement day, I won�t be in the room.
Look at what you get for all of your friction and your rubbing.
We�ve been waiting around now, for what seems like the eternal hour.
You can pray to the gods of your social clubbing,
While I�ll wear my secret decoder ring, you know it has mystical powers.
You know it didn�t cost a think.
You know it even sings...
Pass that girl, cause she doesn�t seem to mind.
Pass that what�s in your hand, cause we all need to kill some time
Better get drunk quick, cause our ride is leaving soon,
And maybe on that judgement day, I won�t be in the room.
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