They're All Out Of Liquor, Let's Find Another Party

Now do you get it, it's them, not you

So don't feel so funny, live for risks, they don't

There's no fight in them, no spit and fire

Nothing gets them angry

Come on, let's go shake the world

Be thrilled by the thought that it's wild out there

Even if it's really not that great

Getting married? Making babies?

But you haven't been to Paris

The object of the game is to leave town

I want you to be so happy

You will bug them with your presence

They'll say you're wrong, you have no style

Be lean and hungry, slum geniuses kicking limos

Walking by yourself down razor street

Know people who laugh too loud

And get drunk to find the right words

And can't sleep until the color's right

Talk back, be outta line, be peculiar

If you don't know your plans, so what?

You should show up at their parties, state their music's lousy

Their art is stupid, don't be cool

Do mind bottled dressing, object to instant coffee

And go to movies all alone

Look someone in the eyes and say you'll satisfy them

Though you both know the way love is, that's a lie

See your fists in their searchlights

Hear danger from their radio

Every chance you can to get revenge

No painkillers, straight with a twist of anxiety

Patience means never

Don't shake hands, don't smile a lot

Not much please and thank you

Believe in no, insist on why

False hopes in magic

Your life on the line for something

Bet on dreams, again and again

Make your confidence fat and smart

And doesn't love to screw its own

And gives, instead of sucks the world dry