2Am

Sick of being solo Party downstairs sounding real loco Probably ain't got any room for one more Well fuck it I don't want to share my Disaronno (no, no) Cartoons on the telly Cold spaghetti in my belly I laugh loud nobody can hear me Zoidberg, Kosburg and Phil and Mary C'est la vie, they say C'est la vie, c'est la vie C'est la vie, they say C'est la vie, c'est la vie Party's getting louder, screaming screams I bet they're on powder Maybe I'll go down in an hour But no one likes a wild flower High population in the city But it's just me glued to the tv I don't really need judgemental pity Or someone to tell me C'est la vie, they say C'est la vie, c'est la vie C'est la vie, they say C'est la vie, c'est la vie I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out I don't wanna go out, anyway (Instrumental) (I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, anyway.) (I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, anyway) (C'est la vie, they say. C'est la vie, c'est la vie) (C'est la vie, they say. C'est la vie, c'est la vie)