Text: Bangkok Five (The). We Love What Kills Us. Party Machine.

Your kind that they call sunshine
You?re the type that leaves me cold
You got a face that?ll take you anywhere
I all ready know?

If I feed you full of drugs
And fill you with Champagne
Rock the bars on your nipples like your girlfriend can?t
I want you ego, your box, your will and your brain
It?s not turning you out if you?re a party machine