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Mighty Mighty Bosstones Dont Know How To Party Almost Anything Goes It's 4:30 in the morn' I'm tattered, tired and torn. Trying to keep up the pace, this ain't my home, this ain't my place. The candle keeps on burning at this point there's no returning. The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here. Almost anything goes from the nightclubs to the shows. Almost anything goes from the haircuts to the clothes. Almost anything goes from your head down to your toes. Almost anything goes, does this place ever close? I wanna wake up in a city that likes to go to bed. Where they know what time of day it is but I'm stuck here instead. The rules are disregarded so it's time we all got started moving at this hyperspeed this city seems to need. Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here. I stay on my toes whereever I go by. I was killing all my money, killing brain cells just as fast. I was killing all my money, spending brain cells just as fast. So I'll grab a taxi cab, head somewhere I can crash. Driver, port authority. Home's my destination. Don't wake me up till we're near Park Street Station. There's this electric lure that's sometimes so attractive but I'd rather hang my hat on a hook that's not so active. I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind. The neon lights were bright but I'll be leaving them behind. Big city of dreams can be a nightmare. A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork I'm outta here. |
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