I'm drunk, can't see my glass
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, I don't have a cent Tossed out of the golden playpen
Beating the drum of pain and pleasure *** talks, eats you alive
We go making friends till we're satisfied I'm drunk, can't see my glass
Not worried, chair dancing man Tossed out of the golden playpen
Beating the drum of pain and pleasure Tossed out of the golden playpen
And beating the drum of pain and pleasure, yeah
