You were running around
Finger on the trigger
God damn, you were the gold in the sun

You were all over town
Keeping your guard down
Chasing every tail you could find

They just wanna stay young
Young in the city
Every drink is the last one

And you just wanna have fun
It's what you've got coming
God knows you deserve it
Yeah

Now the streets are lit up with your voices
Planting the seeds of divorces
Wild horses couldn't drag you away

Five years of feast for
Forty more of famine
Seems like a good trade
Yeah
Keep, keep the drinks coming
I wanna feel nothing
Keep, keep the drinks coming
Yeah

Keep, keep the drinks coming
I wanna feel nothing
Keep, keep the drinks coming
Fucker
Keep the drinks coming