The Party Is Over (keep On Running In Place)

Smile on your face on the way to the bank, to cash the

check that's written in your fucking name. But the words

weren't yours, no blood sweat and tears. You sat around

and waited till you were man of the year. Hate, is the

name of the game and you had no shame when you claim this

for your own. Straight neglect and no respect you best

protect your neck. I'm done with you. I'll follow

through. You'll suffer like the rest and I know you. Pay

for protection you motherfuckin clown. What will you do

when the money runs out? You'll be sucking those ducks on

the corner of 5th. With your cute little tear drop

catching the jizz. Your face plastered in those

magazines. Running around like a mother fucking drag

queen. I'll wait, I'll wait. I got the whole New York

state aiming at your face. Your locked on target laser

scope on your make up covered forehead. Your locked on

target. I got the whole New York state aiming at your

face.