Most People Are DJs

Well, hold steady Ybor City

You're up to your neck in the sweat and wet confetti

If you want to get a little bit light in the heady

It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy

They're jamming jetskis into the jetty now

With some guy who looks like Rocco Siffredi

And I've heard he's been dead once already

It's going down right now in Lowertown

They're skipping off the good ship U.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sexuality

Searching for the merchant with the five second delivery

They're slipping soft rock into their setlist now

They got some new guy that looks just like Phil Lynott

We're stumbling but I think we're still in it

It's a big world, girl, and I can't understand it

We're tiny white specks in a bright blue planet

I was a teenage ice machine

I kept it cool in coolers and I drank until I dreamed

And when I dream I always dream about the scene

All these kids they look like little lambs looking up at me

I was a Twin Cities trash bin

I did everything they'd give me

I'd jam it into my system

She got me cornered by the kitchen

I said I'll do anything but listen

To some weird-talking chick who just can't understand

That we're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet

Baby take off your beret

Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs

And everything gets played

Working backwards from the doctor to the drugs

From the packie to the taxi to the cabbie to the club

A thousand kids will fall in love in all these clubs tonight

A thousand other kids will end up gushing blood tonight

Two thousand kids won't get all that much sleep tonight

Two thousand kids they still feel pretty sweet tonight

Yeah, and I still feel pretty sweet