(Welcome To) The Social Event Of The Century - Dr. Acula

We forged the battlefield contempt and confusion

attack the lead streamlined straight for the bar

the crowd goes numb as the lights hit the curtain

just one more bump blast off hit the mic and were gone

we dance on edge of the nuclear fall out

prey on the night with it’s endless intent

we’re so far up get up wake the fuck up

the party will not stop till were fucking dead

the last time we rolled through

we conquered we rose the dead

and upturned these cities lights

we stay high blunts bitches and booze

you don’t hate us you just want our life

smoke weed all day