We Make Party


Liner Notes:When you get asked if you want to make a party....the answer is no. Always no.

Night's young, 7-11
Grab a six pack for the ride to heaven
Hit the ground lacking any sanity
Among the chaos of humanity

Nine ball, corner pocket
Music blaring louder than a nasa rocket
Streets lined with 'bout  everything
From a nurse to a dude wearin' some kind of wing

Across the room I can feel her glare
Hold my ground as the music blares
We lock eyes, she's lookin' arty
Walks up to me and says, "we make party"

I say I'm cool as I  sip my beer
Sits herself down, makes herself clear
The look in her eye ain't nothin' but naughty
Grabs my hand and yells, "we make party"

Hit the  door, shoulda been done
She grabbed my hand and said "my name's One"
I said I gotta go and followed the guys
As she looked at me with those piercing eyes

Walk in to another place
What do you know, a familiar face
With a devil's grin and a knowing smile
Looks like we'll be here for a while  

Across the room I can feel her glare
Hold my ground as the music blares
We lock eyes, she's lookin' arty
Walks up to me and says, "we make party"

I say I'm cool as I  sip my beer
Sits herself down, makes herself clear
The look in her eye ain't nothin' but naughty
Grabs my hand and yells, "we make party"