Golden Playpen

I'm drunk, can't see my glass And not worried, a chair dancing man Tossed out of the golden playpen Beating the drum of pain and pleasure You see the street ahead Just keep walking down it, look straight ahead Nightclub, ice cubes crackin' The money's gone, I don't have a cent Tossed out of the golden playpen Beating the drum of pain and pleasure Sex talks, eats you alive We go making friends until we're satisfied I'm drunk, can't see my glass Not worried, a chair dancing man Tossed out of the golden playpen Beating the drum of pain and pleasure Tossed out of the golden playpen I'm beating the drum of pain and pleasure Aim, shoot