Nice, Nice

Nightclub Dwight can take a negative vibe and then infuse it with the positive youth Nightclub Dwight can take a little white lie and confuse it with a meaningless truth One night Dwight, he got a little bit toothy Now they all call him the good doctor tooth One night Dwight got all goofy on the roofies Now they all call him the fiddler on the roof It's never just the Haffenreffer It's never just the Bartles & Jaymes The wine tastes like propane Stains wash right out in the white rain And if Landsdowne's like a lariat Then the Nice, Nice is a noose And the positive youth's shooting hoops Slipping roofies in your jungle juice When Nightclub Dwight starts to talk about us getting some rocks He ain't talking about the ice cubes When Nightclub Dwight starts to talk about getting some rocks He ain't talking about the ice cubes When Nightclub Dwight starts to talk about the ice He ain't talkin about the frozen water He's talkin 'bout the diamonds and where we can find them and who we can sell them to and stuff like that Hey bright eyes, are your synapses dimed? That's not just cork that's floating round in your wine The drinks taste like Pantene The Visine wipes clean all the bad dreams If Landsdowne's like a lariat Then the Nice, Nice is a noose Yeah we don't go on dates, we go out in big groups With the roofies in our jungle juice Remember Jenny back from "I Like the Lights"? She said "Well, I like you Dwight But I don't like the pipe And the things that you put in your pipe, like your life" Now Jenny missed her ride and she's takin off her tights In the back seat of some taxi We went from upstairs at the Nice, Nice up to Franklin up by 15th And Jenny got dressed as they circled the block They did the secret knock and stuck their hands through the mail slot And one, two, three, four That's the way that Jenny scores And it's never just the liquor alone And now we're prayin that you'll pick up the phone Return all these pages Yeah this party's outrageous Everyone left and now the crash is contageous And the ravers, they rose up right in unison Attacked the bathroom and ransacked all the medicine Pills administered just like communion This is the body and the blood and the love and the blacklights on your white tights The clubs are just like caves, these club kids are just slaves and these afterbars are just like their graves It's the end of the night and now Jenny's creepin back to the east end Shot through with the sunlight