neon light and boutique signs
entrees priced like vintage wines
eyes pass focussed with tastes refined
a hunger for acceptence with equal decline
then a stamp on your hand that will linger as long as you need it to
the room is awash with costumes bought with daddys plastic
the midway of lifestyles spent cold but fantastic
and all the while the eyes hang from the frowns
a look fixing your place
on their scale your lower down
all this doesn't matter
to you this place is no better
than a sticky carpet and a table with a lean
the beer tastes better and so does the company
so you leave this place where the honesty is sarcastic
through the labels and lies everyone drools like a spastic
turn your back on this room full of animals so hungry
they wait for the strongest to spit
and pass through a door with no gold for a handle
the stage is not set and can easily be dismantled
in here it's warm and fantastic
and the note in your pocket
buys more than the plastic.
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