Hair Gel and Designer Hats
From my window I hear the dancing start
Hair gel, designer hats, pink popped-collar shirts, and popular music
Out as their representative, leaving at home their brain and heart
An orgy of idiocy until the midnight rain soothes it
Ruining the designer hats and washing away the hair gel
They all scramble home now that they can see each other clearly
Take every shortcut, alley, or sewer, their own filthy hell
Hurry home to prepare again for the orgy they love so dearly