You'll like my house
The music's okay, the lights are nice and I am warm, you'll see
Can you still go home with me knowing the way I am in morning
Might make you sorry that you did
I mean, it's different for me in mornings
I'm not afraid of yellow sunlight or suspicious of rooms without music and atmosphere, but things work best for me after five o'clock
It's been like this always
I think we've got every excuse in the book, you know it's like what's wrong if I shovel coke up my nose, who's it hurting? What's wrong with wanting to feel good all the time? Who does it hurt?
Well it hurts us and it hurts Jesus, because it's wrong
"Hip-Hip.."
"Hoorayy!!"