The night, it's New Years, the place, another school soiree.
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The wealth engulfs us. The beach is close enough that there's pollution in the water we bathe our souls in, and babble on in Beverly Hills.
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A thousand children choking softly on mothers crazy pills.
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I'm gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, till I'm back on time.
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Let the grass stain my clothes, gonna roll till the party starts,
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And when it does I'll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again.
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And I'll guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends.
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Go home, go crazy, I'm running out of options again.
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I'm scared, not lazy, but maybe I'll get so wasted I won't even remember.
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The keg. it's bleeding, I think I need to help it die.
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I'm glad I brought my starving conscience so I can suck it dry.
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I'm gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll till I'm back on time.
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Let the grass stain my clothes I'm gonna roll till the party starts,
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And when it does I'll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again.
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And I've got to drink these last eight shots for all my friends...
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I'm gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, till I'm back on time.
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I'll let the grass stain my clothes, gonna roll till the party starts,
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And when it does I'll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again.
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And I'll guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends.
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The Keg is Bleeding
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