Young in the City - Gold in the Sun Lyrics

You were running aroundFinger on the triggerGod damn, you were the gold in the sunYou were all over townKeeping your guard downChasing every tail you could findThey just wanna stay youngYoung in the cityEvery drink is the last oneAnd you just wanna have funIt's what you've got comingGod knows you deserve itYeahNow the streets are lit up with your voicesPlanting the seeds of divorcesWild horses couldn't drag you awayFive years of feast forForty more of famineSeems like a good tradeYeahKeep, keep the drinks comingI wanna feel nothingKeep, keep the drinks comingYeahKeep, keep the drinks comingI wanna feel nothingKeep, keep the drinks comingFuckerKeep the drinks coming