light strikes the suburbs in the summer water trickles and runs down the features of children laughter echoes rising as they slip between the sprinklers faces eager for no reason is it the season is that it this used to be enough for me now it isn t i need some different entertainment so we take the a train into the city sticky seats shake at the station women s footsteps drag them from the cave of the tunnel dragon to the open high rises skyscrapers street urchins come to siege us corner preachers carry jesus like he carried the cross toss leaflets all this misdirected lust all these all these all these people as dusk turns into evening we just get funneled to the clubs so come on turn up the faders sooner or later bring the beat in i need it i wanna feel it like a fetus feels the heartbeat of his mother when he s sleeping beating constantly you re encouraged to dance emphatically manically even desperately who knows where this is heading i m in the back room drunk the stars cut chunks out of the darkness it s a portrait of the young artist as another target market playing dumb in the club and using liquor as a tourniquet let s succumb to our desires for we become just like our fathers bang into each other until the lights smother us and we go under outside is a storm it feels like a set it feels so unreal so come on turn up the faders sooner or later bring the beat in i need it i wanna feel it i wanna feel it i wanna feel it i m in the bathroom drunk the months cut chunks out of the summer days get longer minutes get faster the weather gets colder i get older they might sleep out in the suburbs but not here not here so come on turn up the faders sooner or later bring the beat in i need it i wanna feel it i wanna feel it i wanna feel it so come on turn up the faders sooner or later bring the beat in i need it i wanna feel it i wanna feel it i wanna feel it and my friends hold their glasses roses by the stem lean in like trees blown by wind in a garden caper play jester at the feet of dark eyed women whose every hidden glance holds a chance for new beginnings here s to all the new beginnings we never got back from never go home never go home never go home never go home alone