Bomb The Music Industry!: Stuff That I Like

The city subway stations never glisten.
The gates rise up like they belong in prison.
And my balance is low. I better pick a good place, I got one ride to go.
Your fucking cocaine party fucking freaks me out.
When did Scott Weiland show up? How longs he stickin around?
I guess this new fare hike means that Ill ride my bike,
play video games and do other stuff that I like.

And in the morning cleaning up, we found these plastic bags
with a little bit of party left and started to laugh,
Man, Im glad I passed out from the booze and the weed
cause the house was staying up til 6 AM doing speed.
now its 1 AM and Im quite a few in
I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins
and its been moving five inches every fucking five minutes.
I wanna ask the over privileged kids if they would fucking mind?
I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room.
What is this? The line for lines? a long line for lines.
Im getting claustrophobia from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes.
What is this? The line for lines? long line for lines.
I-I-I I dont wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
I-I-I I dont wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines.
I-I-I I dont wanna be part of this night.

When I go out these days I do is complain
about the booming bass and the shitty DJ
because if I wanted to go to a dance club, Id own a bottle of Brut,
a closet full of Christian Dior, and Id be in a different room.
Cause we can dance to Otis Redding, P.O.S, and M.I.A
and if youre on Serato Scratch dont call yourself a DJ.
Beat detectings got no attitude,
your tempo maps cant feel and room, but lemmings all have dancing shoes
and Im just freaking out.
Youre assaulting me with thrusts like Im an asshole.
sweating to the sounds of Billboards Hot 100
like a total yeah bro dick. Man,
I thought that we all lived here cause were different
I guess I was wrong this time,
time after time
I-I-I I dont wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
I-I-I I dont wanna be part of these cokey times and eight dollar wines.
I-I-I I dont wanna be part of this night.

The city subway stations never glisten.
The gates rise up like Whats up? Youre in prison,
confined by alcoholism and lack of better decisions for having fun on the weekends.
But this shitty atmosphere keeps bumming me out.
Dont want my Club MTV. I hate Downtown Julie Brown.
I guess these new prices hikes will make me grab my light
climb the fire escape to the roof with a book that I like.