The streets are ours
packed 9 deep in cars
fleeing ballroom scenes
drama kings and queens
flying, full of steam
gentlemen meet the night of your dreams
secret garages like treehouses we never had
the mil’s like pancake shots, never bad
but better at times than others
Irish dancers and part time lovers
have ya hard breathing
have ya having a hard time leaving
calling up Christmas night and meeting
it’s a long road back to the Minn
so i’m staying in
a Mil town state of mind
always in love, never satisfied
you get mad cuz we too damn artsy?
how son? everything we do ends in a dance party
so act smartly
and jump in this soul train
we still young, fuck rogaine
no pain, no entertainment
independent wages
live free, no cages
naw ya can’t contain us
couldn’t catch us if we were contagious
Super Party Out
