TUNE My Mate Stanley - House Party
Will this offer you some piece of mind, even if your character is ill defined?
Now talk about sitting on the fence, are you prepared to face the consequence.
Of watching her become intoxicated, inebriated, devastated.
People don't care about the words you've stated! They would rather have you broken, emasculated.
He paces outside the door.
Spit like a villain, step up to the killing, one more round I'll be chill-in.
Have a shot of penicillin.
Your vices are all invited.
Save love from the house party.
Drink, drink your thoughts.
This night's just getting started.
Sink, sink your heart.
These corridors are line with faces, people judging assigning status.
Doesn't matter which way you turn! Constant glare, endless spurn
Now that the nights become a disaster the shots go down a little it faster.
You feel a little sick, a little uneasy but you still feel like a fresh born MC.
Thank fuck you've come for me.
Now I fall on my back, this party is wack!
I ain't cutting no slack, another drink on the rack!
I'm lying on the ground,
Cant seem to make no sound.
I had a moment but I think I want to stick around.
I don't know what it was,
so what's with all the fuss?
I wasn't hurting anybody someone else could love.
Now he's touching me,
I live again,
I die again.
At the house party.