Testo 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