[Verse 1]
A fuck, a damn
The club, the band
The time, a place
In space, on land
A choice, the pain
The fans, the same

[Bridge]
Enrique doesn’t think
He likes to go to bars and drink
He likes to get real drunk
And see if someone wants to fuck

[Verse 2]
I call old friends who call me Stephen
But they don’t pick up the phone
They’re too busy with contest TV
To say “Hello”
“Hello”