Party Punisher

She was touching your butt

You were both wearing white

So from my point of view

It's like the feel in your eyes

In the back of the cab

You said "oh, what a drag

I'm so tired of seeing all these irony bands"

They just sing what they play

They don't play what they sing

And they don't give a damn

If nothing is sincere

Well, I kind of agree

What a waste of a life

I just scream to the phone

Of an emotional guy

Stood strong on the way

Oh, violent place

No, I'd much rather pay to hear someone say (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

And the crowd goes (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

And the guitar plays

And the drums go

White foreign, in foreign dress

Singing to freakin' Kanye West

Well I'm not, not feeling my best

Do I have, have to really impress

And I love seeing you happy

Because I know you're sitting apart

And it's hard to live like that

Yeah I tried, but I changed that

And New York, kinda felt like Berlin

And Berlin, reminded me of Melbourne

And Melbourne, you do the Paris walk

And Paris, took me back to New York

And the crowd goes (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

And the guitar plays

And the crowd goes (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

And the guitar plays

And the crowd goes (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

And the guitar plays

And the crowd goes (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

And the guitar plays

And the crowd goes (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

And the guitar plays