Party People (Acoustic Demo)
We'll be livin' in SoCal
Smokin' that good-good
If I make a million, my mom makes a million
The last of the party people
We'll bring back something gone
We'll be on the floor
And I'll drive a car where the roof comes off
I'll play an electric guitar and I won't make you cry anymore
I'll write party songs like Ke$ha
I'll be mindless, I'll be lovely
I'll be yours
I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours
I'm all yours
At least I think I am
But I thought I was before
And when they see me on the stage
Right where they put me
I wont be a person but a doll
Unbelievable, how unachievable
It's fuckin biblical, the self sacrifice of it all
And I love it
I hope you know I fuckin' love it
I'm as yours as I can be
With this awful thing inside of me
But if it just won't work I'll take over the world
So get out on the floor
Try to find what your idols sung about
Start the hard work of forgetting your start
Everybody
We'll be living in SoCal
Smoking that good-good
If I make a million, we all make a million
The last of the party people
And I'm gonna fix it
How's there a choice here?
Be God or quit it
And I'll be the best damn tragedy
They've ever seen
If I can go ahead and get it
Smokin' that good-good
If I make a million, my mom makes a million
The last of the party people
We'll bring back something gone
We'll be on the floor
And I'll drive a car where the roof comes off
I'll play an electric guitar and I won't make you cry anymore
I'll write party songs like Ke$ha
I'll be mindless, I'll be lovely
I'll be yours
I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours
I'm all yours
At least I think I am
But I thought I was before
And when they see me on the stage
Right where they put me
I wont be a person but a doll
Unbelievable, how unachievable
It's fuckin biblical, the self sacrifice of it all
And I love it
I hope you know I fuckin' love it
I'm as yours as I can be
With this awful thing inside of me
But if it just won't work I'll take over the world
So get out on the floor
Try to find what your idols sung about
Start the hard work of forgetting your start
Everybody
We'll be living in SoCal
Smoking that good-good
If I make a million, we all make a million
The last of the party people
And I'm gonna fix it
How's there a choice here?
Be God or quit it
And I'll be the best damn tragedy
They've ever seen
If I can go ahead and get it
Credits
Writer(s): Fiona Daly
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