The Life And Soul Of The Party Dies - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

The decorations are drab

It’s dirty and it smells

You don’t have to be mad to work here

But it helps

The temptation to fail

Would make a Boots bunny cry

You need the patience of a snail

Just to get by

Today the police came

And paid a visit to the slums

Exchanging rock 'n' roll concert tickets

For guns

If you supply the wool

They can make you a star

But if the ashtrays are full

You might have to sell the car

When you don’t wanna be

The life and soul of the party anymore

And the birthday cake

Was baked to make you cry

When you don’t wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll

That your radio’s for

You wanna call it a day

Crawl away and die

So do I

There’s a place you sometimes go

When you can’t face your own shadow

They’ve got an old jukebox

Supposed to keep you entertained

But all the records suck

They wind you up

They drive you insane

This funeral director geezer

Comes not to bury Caesar

I only come to praise you

Because I feel the same too

Maybe we should hit the coast hard

To the scene of a saucy postcard

Or to Paris for a wilting flower

To get an eyeful of the tower

Because there’s a sadness in those eyes

As the life and soul of the party

Dies

No you don’t wanna be

The life and soul of the party anymore

And the birthday cake was baked to make you cry

No you don’t wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll

That your radio’s for

You wanna call it a day

Crawl away and die

So do I