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 long's he sticking around? I guess this new fare hike means that I'll 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, I'm glad I passed out from the booze and the weed 'Cause the house was up till 6 AM doing speed Now it's 1 AM and I'm quite a few in I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins And it's been moving five inches every fucking five minutes I want to ask the overprivileged 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? I'm getting claustrophobia from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes What is this, the line for lines, a long line for lines? I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this night When I go out these days, all I do is complain About the booming bass and the shitty DJ If I wanted to go to a dance club, I'd own a bottle of Brut A closet full of Christian Dior and I'd be in a different room 'Cause we can dance to Otis Redding, POS, and MIA And if you're on Serato Scratch, don't call yourself a DJ Beat detecting's got no attitude, your tempo maps can't fill a room But lemmings all have dancing shoes And I'm just freaking out, you're assaulting me with thrusts like I'm an asshole Sweating to the sounds of Billboard's Hot 100 Like a total yeah, bro! dick, man, I thought that we all lived here 'cause we're different I guess I was wrong this time, time after time I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of these coke-y times and eight dollar wines I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this night The city subway stations never glisten The gates rise up like: What's up? You're in prison! Confined by alcoholism And lack of better decisions for having fun on the weekends But this shitty atmosphere keeps bumming me out Don't want my Club MTV, I hate Downtown Julie Brown I guess these new prices hikes will make me grab me light Climb the fire escape to the roof with a book that I like