PARTY CITY

by Animal City

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released February 3, 2016

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Track Name: Dressed Like Elvis
will you fuck me dressed like elvis?
will you hide me from your parents?
will you corner me in paris
in a pair of proper boots?

will you fuck me dressed like elvis
or, even better, bette davis?
will you lay me on the dais
with ruth buzzi hairnet moves?

will you fuck me dressed like elvis?
should we phone imelda marcos?
toss a pair of jimmy choos on
macarena ‘round the room

be cruel, be cruel
be cruel to a heart that’s true

will you fuck me dressed like elvis?
should i fake semper fidelis?
is this a solo performance
or should i take off my shoes?

will you fuck me dressed like elvis?
will you take me on the terrace?
can we make it down in memphis?
can we fake it till we do?

will you fuck me dressed like elvis?
maybe in the ladies washroom?
is it cool to love the devil?
cuz the devil looks like you

will you fuck me dressed like elvis?
can we both be dressed like elvis?
this whole room should look like elvis
scare the blue suede outta you

be cruel, be cruel
be cruel to a heart that’s true
be cruel, be cruel
only the lonely
be cruel to a heart that’s true

will you fuck me dressed like elvis?
can we both get fat in vegas?
will you fuck me dressed like elvis?
i’m feeling so lonely i could die
Track Name: Wookie Mike and Sarah
wookie mike and sarah’s bike is
it’s painted gold and blue
and from their collars down to their anklets
it’s painted golden too

you understand
it’s just what they do

mike and sarah gypsy-riding
out the whole night through
they attended the hemp garden
magic carpet school

you understand
it’s burning man
and they got nothing to do
they laugh at themselves too

mike and sarah, they’re super gliders
they’re gonna make it, just keep pushing
just keep slinging, just keep selling that
white garbage to the suits

you understand
they got a plan
and they got nothing to lose
they laugh at what you do too

you understand
they’re best friends
and love each other they do
they laugh at your family
they laugh at what you do
they laugh at themselves too
Track Name: Don't Gotta Guitar
i don’t got a guitar
and i don’t worry about no mess around
the swing set’s broken in my hometown
so i’ll be down at the bar

hey, can i borrow your car?
come pick me up and we can cruise around
cuz i’ve been cruising for a bruising
i’ve been leaving for a reason
i’ll be down at the park

i don’t play with the band
so i don’t care about who’s running sound
or what acts came from out of town
seven bucks don’t go far

so i go back to the start
i go to see just who is hanging ‘round
the bar’s closed down in my hometown
that gets me back to the park

i got too big for the see-saw
i got too old for the spin-around
i got too slick for the slip-n-slide
i gotta take a sip and sit inside

well, i don’t got a guitar
and i don’t care if you mess around
Track Name: Sara Monet
sara monet trashed my party and stayed
sara’s meek and she’ll tell these people her name
she says they’re retarded and irreversibly tame
i like how she put that and with her i’m feeling the same

she can call me anything she wants
as long as she’s calling me
and all she calls me is retarded lately

hey, sara monet
(you cold bitch)

you can call me anything you want
as long as you’re calling me
but all you call me is retarded baby
lately

sara monet
call me anything you want
as long as you’re calling me
you can call me anything you want
as long as you’re calling me
all you call me lately
is retarded baby
Track Name: Bad for You
keeping a blade in a bag for you
creeping up late in a cab for you
sleeping till eight-and-a-half for you
i got it bad, so bad, bad for you

climbing the wrought iron gate for you
hiding the cuts that i made for you
lying to all of my mates for you
i got it bad, so bad, bad for you

spend the wrong end of my life with you
hold the wrong end of a knife with you
so then i’m back on the pipe with you
broken and then i am fighting you
so long and yes i’m rewriting you
first draft was bad, so bad, bad for you

you’re like a drug that i hate to do
you’re like a drug cuz i wait for you
you like the drugs that i paid for too
you’re not allowed to have it and it’s tragic
it’s bad for you

red-orange wine in your orange juice
fed you a line in your chorus too
does it seem wrong or seem right to you?
does it seem long or seem hyped to you?

i wait an hour-and-a-half for you
i take a shower and a bath for you
last night i dreamt about stabbing you
i got it bad, so bad, bad for you

i got it bad, so bad
Track Name: Water Stain
there’s a water stain on the ceiling in my room
but i don’t complain, actually i like the view

it’s hard to tell you
what i’m opposed to
but i suppose supposedly
i am supposed to

there’s a water stain on the ceiling in my room
but i don’t complain, actually it looks like you
in a swimming suit

it’s hard to tell you
what i’m opposed to
but i suppose supposedly
i owe it to you
like i’m supposed to

and the feet up there that i can hear coming through
well, they must have lost or just forgot the cap to the glue
and i wonder if
Track Name: High and in Love
when i’m high and in love and my song’s coming on
it’s a song i won’t hum, and it’s fast and it’s loud
when i’m high and in love and i beat myself up
and i eat my best drugs, and then god gets involved

cuz i’m high in love

when i’m high and in love, alcohol in a cup
i might spill my own guts, i might try my own cum

i’m just high in love, high in love

i won’t sleep, i won’t eat, i won’t need no more speed
i won’t need no ID, i won’t scream when i bleed
i won’t die in the trunk of a car i don’t own
i won’t have to have fun when i’m high and in love

high in love
never high enough
when i’m high in love
high in love
Track Name: Peach Fuzz
here i am with a rich girl and her car keys
here i am with mikie with a nosebleed
this is last call for new things
here is a stain on your gray dress
there is my palm on your mattress

these are the things we keep from friends
until i slip my tongue and tell everyone everything
about the peach fuzz
and how we was

lying about our best friends getting sloppy
with boys who were certified ugly
and they wished it’d never end

these are the things we keep from friends
until i slip my tongue and tell everyone everything
about the peach fuzz
and how we was
about the peach fuzz

here i am doing a hickey in a backseat
and certainly this one will bug me
but i hope it never ends

these are the things i keep from friends
until i slip my tongue and tell everyone
in a song about the peach fuzz
and how we was
about the peach fuzz
Track Name: Sleeper
he hates his adidas and his abuelitas
he’s so full of ideas that he majored in thesis
he may curse at jesus, he may hurt his head
he doesn’t really love you
he just sleeps in your bed

he’s taking it fast with his new ruby red vest on
he’s shaking his ass at this peruvian restaurant
he’s moving to prescott in a month-and-a-half
he doesn’t really love you
he just sleeps in your bed

he’ll shred his right lung out with his keys around sundown
he said he might come out if you please put your gun down
he’s running downstairs with shards of glass in his neck, no
he doesn’t really love you
he just sleeps in your bed

he doesn’t really
sleep in your bed