Festival Song

I believe we have to live to die just to give

I wanted you to say you play with me

Now for you to touch me, to reach out and cut me

Just like my mother said you’d stand in my way

No, no, it's not allowed to be a party

You got a whole lot of good money to live it

You got a whole lot of good money for nothing

Here’s coming down a cannonball

Stand backwards looking up at your girl in the hotel bed

And here’s a look back to Babylon

What you feeling now the kid's gonna get the best of you

And you’re standing in the doorway

Draggin' your dick back to some place to lay

Yeah, you’re standing in the doorway

Don’t care what she’s saying

No, no, it's not allowed to be a party

You got a whole lot of good money to live it

My God you'd trade money for your honey