They're All Out of Liquor, Let's Find Another Party Songtext
von The Waitresses

Now do you get it, it′s them, not you
So don't feel so funny, live for risks, they don′t
There's no fight in them, no spit and fire
Nothing gets them angry

Come on, let's go shake the world
Be thrilled by the thought that it′s wild out there
Even if it′s really not that great
Getting married? Making babies?
But you haven't been to Paris
The object of the game is to leave town

I want you to be so happy
You will bug them with your presence
They′ll say you're wrong, you have no style
Be lean and hungry, slum geniuses kicking limos
Walking by yourself down razor street


Know people who laugh too loud
And get drunk to find the right words
And can′t sleep until the color's right
Talk back, be outta line, be peculiar
If you don′t know your plans, so what?

You should show up at their parties, state their music's lousy
Their art is stupid, don't be cool
Do mind bottled dressing, object to instant coffee
And go to movies all alone

Look someone in the eyes and say you′ll satisfy them
Though you both know the way love is, that′s a lie
See your fists in their searchlights
Hear danger from their radio
Every chance you can to get revenge

No painkillers, straight with a twist of anxiety
Patience means never
Don't shake hands, don′t smile a lot
Not much please and thank you
Believe in no, insist on why


False hopes in magic
Your life on the line for something
Bet on dreams, again and again
Make your confidence fat and smart
And doesn't love to screw its own
And gives, instead of sucks the world dry