The sun rose, time to grab a cup of coffee and a smoke. Seeing life though my camera eye with endless jobs lining up for my so called art. By night the camera is left at home. Grab a smoke for the walk down to the bar the follow with lots of nightclubs. Girls that only come out to play at nights. Drinks with no limits, Voices are blocked with loud musics, One girl turned into five then jumped into nineteen. Why should the party stop when your having fun. A little line here and there, New faces but all have something in commen, Endless nights. We all go home with something, A high, A don't give a flying fuck, Too drunk to care, A hot girl or two. I once left this city to find myself back under it wings