I'll trust as far as I can spit, you can read deep into it   New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard   I don't think, much impresses me like a drunk celebrity   You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest      On your way out, don't bother pickin' up your tab   It's a stake out, there's hangin' on with bated breath   You're just milkin' this to death      So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point   The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend   Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate   Don't have tolerance for fakes, what's to say      On your way out, don't bother pickin' up your tab   It's a stake out, you're hangin' on with bated breath   You're just milkin' this to death      Somewhere the novelty wore thin, every city I was in   There was an actor soaked in gin with and entourage   This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own   I'll watch you sinkin' like a stone, what a sight      On your way out, don't bother pickin' up your tab   It's a stake out, hangin' on with bated breath   You're just milkin' this for      Access, little we possess   Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same   Excess, destined to impress   You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame      Access, what little we possess   Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same   Excess, destined to impress   You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame