Golden Playpen

Golden Playpen
I'm drunk
Can't see my glass
Not worried
Chair dancing man
Tossed out of the golden playpen
Beating the drum of pain and pleasure
You see the street ahead
Just keep walking down it
Look straight ahead
Night club ice cubes crackin'
The money's gone
Don't have a cent
Sex talks
Eats you alive
We go making friends
'Til we're satisfied