Golden Playpen

I'm drunk, can't see my glass

Not worried, chair dancing manTossed out of the golden playpen

Beating the drum of pain and pleasureYou see the street ahead

Just keep walking down it, look straight aheadNite club, ice cubes crackin'

The money's gone, I don't have a centTossed out of the golden playpen

Beating the drum of pain and pleasureSex talks, eats you alive

We go making friends till we're satisfiedI'm drunk, can't see my glass

Not worried, chair dancing manTossed out of the golden playpen

Beating the drum of pain and pleasureTossed out of the golden playpen

And beating the drum of pain and pleasure, yeah