Baby Come On

Here's a little story that should be told
With a whole lot heat and a little bit of soul
Well We're all stuck in dead end jobs
But the party's out the back
So baby come on

Tired of the friction
I could use a little fiction
Just a ounce satisfaction
Take a break from all this social medication

Apathy and entropy
Is standing right in front of me
And laughing through my tv screen
I am thinking of rent

Woa oh oh
Lets go lady
Come on go crazy
It's on baby
Come on
So baby come on

They're dancing in the backstreets
I still starring at the spread sheet
I am filling out the fax sheet
I am wrestling with my myob

Freedom at my finger tips
Tonight we're on an ego trip
On Monday we can pay for it
I'm thinking about the rent

Woa oh oh oh

What you got what you need it clashes
See the world through tinted glass
Start a riot you'll need some matches
Getting ready, ready steady go
My credits good to ride on
Tonight out dreams are neon
Don't pull the plug on me it's
On and on and on