(hmmm,
yeah) Line at the counter,
dusting the tile
Nose beers and promises,
wide-eyed smile (hahaha)
Nose nachos on a Friday night
Blinded by the artificial light
We keep chasing the same old spark
Screaming our way through the dark!
Paying the toll on a slippery track
Once you go up there is no coming back
Just
one more dose, the fever runs deep! (yeaaah!)
(oh, nose nachos...)