Partyin' Peeps
Jake Cinninger
We drive all night through rain,
We drive a van that's plain
You'll never believe who's in it
We come from miles afar
We hang in smokey bars
17th smoke is in it
Big boobs and balls-out crowds
Your sister's screaming loud
Movin' her pelvis to it
We're shouting on the stage
Expelling senseless rage
The taxi'll take you to it
My hands are feeling skinned
I want to be let in
Heard some good things about it
Our buzz won't let us be
We've got to be set free
Kickin the bass'll do it