Lifter Puller vs. the End of the Evening

We hit the nightlife like deer in the headlights Frozen, jonesing, and uptight with the stage frights Think it's gonna be alright Now you're tanner, you're thinner, you drink right through dinner There’ll be needles and pinners as prizes for the winners Love is like a battle of the bands Crank up your amps, man I'm pretty tight with the Lake Street vice We get together like the fleas and the lice might I'm pretty nice to my Lake Street vices One flat out begs me, the other entices And I'm nailed to the nightlife like Christ on the cross Got a terrible cough, my skin is like see-through I've been trying to meet you, dying to reach you It's too late for liquor but we could get some 3-2 We could always get some 3-2 We could always get some 3-2 3-2-1, are you still having fun? 1-2-3, yeah, is this still a party? It looks an awful lot like a city to me And it seems pretty dangerous 1-2-3, yeah, is this still a party? 3-2-1, they just got too many guns Too many guns And too many tongues We did the Sangre De Stephanie right into the Stephanie Says Falling off the flatbed wasted and dancing Holdin hands and speeding into Scranton to the Stephanie Says At the tail end of some crazy ravey binge Your friend in the Indian fringes looked an awful lot like Frampton Before the trash got crucified They loaded up on those curly fries And Pontias Pilate was just Nightclub Dwight in disguise