Lyrics:
the chance
That people accept our new
point of view
With each one in hand the
wedding party stands
1,000 foot tralns between the two
of you
The flower girls
"one
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine"
"there have been spontaneous demonstrations of Party workers voicing their gratitude
It's our party we can say what we want
It's our party we can stop what we want
We can vote how we want, defund what we want
It's our party we can say
3am putting this down
Hopeless romantic coming to your town
Outsider makes traditionalists frown
Sampled this from a spiritual clown
On the stage
trouble at the dockyard
Party's shouting at the union
Short fuses on their anger
Workers in confusion
Then there's the vandals of the right
They stalk
are workers
Some are not
It is time for a party
Liberation for the nation now!
Crushed by the wheels of industry
There's a party going
are workers
Some are not
It is time for a party
Liberation for the nation now!
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Crushed by the wheels of industry
There's
and I don't speak
That means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch
I make bloody moves
Now she says she gon' do what to who?
Let's
Pretty colors, happy faces
Overworking tiny spaces
Shrinking paycheck, pizza party
Complacent workers fed Bacardi
Work hard play hard, LSD
Work hard
It's Friday night and I
Got my check man I
Damn I really need a (Party)
So when the weekend come
I'm tryin' to get beef then some (All night all
I'll follow
Meet Stan, 21 years old (look, give me a kiss)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy
In
dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
Now she
Everything that you did is a blur
So tell me was it easy to forget me now that I'm just history?
Tell me was it easy?
Cause she must be a miracle worker
it's gonna be alright, alright?
O-okay
Meet Stan, 21 years old (look, give me a kiss)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start
it's gonna be alright, alright?
O-okay
Meet Stan, 21 years old (look, give me a kiss)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start
party labored, they worked both night and day
To move the mighty barrier that stood within their way
To rescue Floyd Collins, it was their battle cry
Close your spine till you're a ball
This is a good way to break off from the party
Pretend you're lost pretend you're dog
I know you can chew
books of trains to add to my collection
The workers are all volunteers tip your hat
Want to know a good book just stop and chat
Logos Books come on down
just keeps raining,' she
Thinks to herself, 'and it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all the
Shoppers and office-workers that were
up again
Seems like the funky days, they're back again
And the party's got a double E at the end again
We'll be armed in dungareen cords again
Happy
ass, move, you forgot we're mad smoove snots
La-di-da-di, mmm, we like to party
Don't make me get money and platinumize my body
With bright stuff,
there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk rock song
Have you visited the quagmire?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party
there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk rock song
Have you visited the quagmire?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party
getting dark by the day and I'm getting weak
'Cause I'm new, I'm not where the stars be
They chase dreams together like a slumber party
And now I'm on my
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