Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro!      Dressed in a Tom Wayne t-shirt   In walks the golden girl   Blessed with a now-chemical smile   Piss drunk on red wine and melody      The drink it sways addiction   But strengthens her convictions   Some words get slurred   Some lines get blurred   You see where this is heading      Oh come on   Don't go there      The beat skips on some hit remix   The dance floor moves and then forgets   I know just how they're feeling   The unbearable likeness of being      "Some stones are better left unturned"   She quoted Dondo and Kafka   "There is hope, though not for us"   Was there a point to all of...      Oh come on   Don't go there      Pass out still wearing all your clothes   Shut your eyes and let your head fill with ghosts      Oh come on      Wake up with one foot on the floor   The room spins a little slower than the night before      Oh come on (oh come on... oh come on...)   Don't go there (don't go there... don't go there...)   Oh come on (oh come on... oh come on...)   Don't go there (don't go there... don't go there...)