I find myself in a late night establishment
And I don´t know what happened to me
I can see that she doesn´t know it neither
So what´s her motherfucking point

I see she tries to get away from the bar
Then I shout out loud
Why don´t you come over and give me some head
Because tomorrow we might be dead

Oh, come on

The next morning, she is still around
But I don´t even know her name
I don´t want to hear the stories about her mamma
Or about her last bloody birthday

I turn left, that´s where´s my window
And I think to myself
I wish I was in New York City
They told me the girls there are pretty

Oh, come on

We´re going down, we´re going down
We´re going down, we´re going down

So, come on