Frolic Room

311 · Don't Tread On Me [2005]

There''s a gravity in me pulling me to want to see

What is going on tonight beneath the electric starlight

I like to mix with walks of life who live life on the other side

Pulling muscles from their shell, a place to some that looks like hell



Oh the classic song that the jukebox is on has me movin'

Oh the faces here make it so surreal



Oh. in the company of pretty girls and near vagrants

One drink away from sleeping on the pavement

I'm not quite sure what I find so appealing

About the happy hour stealing



A party after party 'til it started to get grating

Another and another what are we celebrating

There's always something not to miss

Diving back in the abyss

And it gets so very stale

But tomorrows a new tale



In the frolic room

The seat I assume

And I'm drawn to the night

And its damn neon lights



Where are we meeting up at?

Let me guess bet I know

Does it have a sign in the window

Ice cold six packs to go

Sleep it off if you have to

There's a booth aways in shadow

The reality is all around you

It's the best reality show



Oh, in the company of the privileged and the nearly damned

Mixing like a cocktail of your spirits slammed

In the danger zone is where you'll find me

In a certain dive so inviting



A party after party 'til it started to get grating

Another and another what are we celebrating

There's always something not to miss

Diving back in the abyss

And it gets so very stale

But tomorrows a new tale



In the frolic room

The seat I assume

And I'm drawn to the night

And its damn neon lights