For The Press Testo

Testo For The Press

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