Can you hear the chaos Spewed into this ink Written on this paper See the cyclone that is me A wired mess of paranoia Yelling in a mic Running down the streets grinning All hours of the night Looking out your window Like there's something there to see Grab a bottle and come out And come get drunk with me Living in the city Get your hands on what you can The streets can show you the best time That you have ever had Find a lot of problems You can find a lot of pills You can find a lot of sex And you can get some good cheap thrills Let go of your worries And let go of your needs 'Cause we're here to have a good time That's the only thing we need