For The Press Lyrics

Girls in the front thought they wanted you to take it
Girls in the back said you're never gonna make it
Boys in the building swagged a lady on the paycheck
Boys in the cars mingle meekly, borrow state chaps (?)

And I'm in the back and I'm just thinking why I came
This party's of gays and sings it's message in your face
We ? and girls strip on all occasions
I can't understand, it's like I feel it and I hate it

But I don't wanna ride till I'm dead
I don't wanna ride till I'm dead


But I don't wanna ride till I'm dead
I don't wanna ride till I'm dead
I don't wanna ride till I'm dead
I don't wanna ride till I'm dead