Lyrics to Manace To Sobriety
It's getting late and the beer's almost through
They don't sell again 'til 6 AM
Man, tell me what the fuck should we do
'Cause this party is totally rad, don't want it to stop
Our host is chill, the jams are fresh, no visits from the cops
Just dudes kicking ass as far as the eye can see
It's out of control, a menace to sobriety
This place is packed with people, house is bursting at the seams
Party overload, a menace to sobriety
But we have to find a way
To get more beer
East side's too far to drive, fuck it we're staying up
We'll be ragin' the gas station 'til we can refill our cups
I don't understand this law, thought prohibition was repealed
But I guess we'll play along, wait patiently but still be
Keeping it real and fully legit
Just saw a kickass parking lot circle pit, we're still in need of beer
But it's almost six o'clock
We're rocking the raddest fucking party on the block
You're up early
Your tie matches your shirt
You wait in line for coffee before your commute to work
Take one look at our party
Throw your briefcase away
Replace it with a 40, you're calling in sick today
They don't sell again 'til 6 AM
Man, tell me what the fuck should we do
'Cause this party is totally rad, don't want it to stop
Our host is chill, the jams are fresh, no visits from the cops
Just dudes kicking ass as far as the eye can see
It's out of control, a menace to sobriety
This place is packed with people, house is bursting at the seams
Party overload, a menace to sobriety
But we have to find a way
To get more beer
East side's too far to drive, fuck it we're staying up
We'll be ragin' the gas station 'til we can refill our cups
I don't understand this law, thought prohibition was repealed
But I guess we'll play along, wait patiently but still be
Keeping it real and fully legit
Just saw a kickass parking lot circle pit, we're still in need of beer
But it's almost six o'clock
We're rocking the raddest fucking party on the block
You're up early
Your tie matches your shirt
You wait in line for coffee before your commute to work
Take one look at our party
Throw your briefcase away
Replace it with a 40, you're calling in sick today
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