Youth Group

I feel like hell, you feel like dancing,
you know this bar curtains a world.
Those empty bottles, like sentinels,
stand guard in the morning sun.
Then the lights go down
and all the people gather round
and you feel you are a skeleton jar
oh yeah.
Be like the brother I never had,
be like a real son to my dad.
How can you stand there and watch this
scene, I hate you for liking me.