Golden Playpen

I'm drunk, can't see my glass
And not worried, a chair dancing man

Tossed out of the golden playpen
Beating the drum of pain and pleasure

You see the street ahead
Just keep walking down it, look straight ahead

Nightclub, ice cubes crackin'
The money's gone, I don't have a cent

Tossed out of the golden playpen
Beating the drum of pain and pleasure

Sex talks, eats you alive
We go making friends until we're satisfied

I'm drunk, can't see my glass
Not worried, a chair dancing man

Tossed out of the golden playpen
Beating the drum of pain and pleasure

Tossed out of the golden playpen
I'm beating the drum of pain and pleasure

Aim, shoot



Credits
Writer(s): Kirk Pengilly, Michael Kelland Hutchence
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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