Venetian Lounge

Lyrics

In the venetian lounge, everyone's your best friend
But despite the good time, you will dine and dash
So by the way we all know you don't want us here no more
You're spending time you have leached at the attention store

“Who needs high school?
It gets in the way of my success”
You say that firmly
But descend into trailer trash
when your rich dad ain't there no more
To fund the illusion of your Hollywood score

You invite the whole town to show you're the best
But after the show you will screw the rest
So I don't think you know a thing about us anymore
You're now sipping the shots, 2,000 miles from home

“Who needs high school?
It gets in the way of my success”
You say that firmly
But descend into trailer trash
when your rich dad ain't there no more
To fund the illusion of your Hollywood score

I see through your ways
You are like a pest
I see through the haze
You are like the rest

I see through your ways
You are like a pest
I see through the haze
You are like the rest

You left us behind
For a path based on luck
You left us behind
For a path based on luck

“Who needs high school?
It gets in the way of my success”
You say that firmly
But descend into trailer trash
when your rich dad ain't there no more
To fund the illusion of your Hollywood score

About Venetian Lounge

Personnel:

Johnny Weiner - lead vocals, guitar
Chris Ochoa - bass
Dan Centeno - organ, mellotron, backing vocals
Evan Sheppard - drums, backing vocals

Music written by Johnny Weiner, Lyrics written by Johnny Weiner and Evan Sheppard