Mark Opitz - Golden Playpen lyrics

I'm drunk can't see my gla** Not worried - chair dancing man Tossed out of the golden playpen Beating the drum of pain and pleasure You see the street ahead Just keep walking down it Look straight ahead Nite club ice cubes crackin' The money's gone Don't have a cent Tossed out of the golden playpen Beating the drum of pain and pleasure Sex talks eats you alive We go making friends Till we're satisfied I'm drunk can't see my gla** Not worried - chair dancing man Tossed out of the golden playpen Beating the drum of pain and pleasure