okay i guess i'll pick it up right after the breakdown / she walks out of the crowd, her vision's kinda cloudy / the sudafeds are downs, the crowd cheered when the threw up her beer / they sat down and shook the sand from their shoes, took off their suits and they started to move / to the light of the crescent moon, to the tune of the 2 live crew / we stepped out of the jersey pines, headed straight for the neon signs / and they like the way she types underneath the flourescent lights / and she lives in the brooklyn heights, she came down on friday nights / and they all wanna meet some guys, and we all wanna meet some guys / friends like the beach patrol, they got the muscles, you can hold the soul / she says she's waitin on the steady type, then she disappears with the eyepatch guy / they stepped out of the neon signs, headed straight for the jersey pines / and she found something she likes, and she's alright but she almost died / and they all woke up at the airport in the arcade at the western concourse / that's when she said that we should do this all over / she wipes the blood from her mouth with her shoulder / said i just need a little diet cola, or maybe just a little lifter puller / i'm sick and tired of being stranded by the subway trains / i deserve a little fuck-up every once in a while / i'm sick of being scared of falling off the side of my bed / feels great, gonna dance all the way to the ending