Party Animal by M.o.d
You're cruisin' around. It's Friday night. There's
nothing to do and there's no one in sight. But you heard
about a party going on. So you get a case of beer and
party down - party down. We crash in your front door.
Your kitchen table's is our home page. We got two days,
so we're here to stay. A bunch of drunken mutants wastes.
You didn't invite us and that's okay and I don't think
we're gonna leave. Spots on the floor, holes in the
walls. Sick with the dry heaves. But it's expected, we're
the PARTY ANIMALS. Stay up and party all night. Party
animal. Intoxication that's our plight. Driving down the
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