Nightclub Dwight can take a negative vibe

And then infuse it with the positive youth

Nightclub Dwight can take a little white lie

And confuse it with a meaningless truth

One night Dwight, he got a little bit toothy

Now they all call him the good doctor tooth

One night Dwight got all goofy on the roofies

Now they all call him a fiddler on the roof

It's never just the Haffenreffer

It's never just the Bartles & Jaymes

The wine tastes like propane

Stains wash right out in the white rain

And if Landsdowne's like a lariat

Then the Nice, Nice is a noose

And the positive youth's shooting hoops

Slipping roofies in your jungle juice

When Nightclub Dwight starts to talk about us getting some rocks

He ain't talkin' 'bout the ice cubes

When Nightclub Dwight starts to talk about getting some rocks

He ain't talkin' 'bout the ice cubes

When Nightclub Dwight starts to talk about the ice

He ain't talkin about the frozen water

He's talkin 'bout the diamonds and where we can find 'em

And who we can sell them to and stuff like that

Hey bright eyes, are your synapses dimed?

That's not just cork that's floating 'round in your wine

The drinks taste like Pantene

The Visine wipes clean all the bad dreams

If Landsdowne's like a lariat

Then the Nice, Nice is a noose

Yeah, we don't go on dates, we go out in big groups

With the roofies in our jungle juice

Remember Jenny back from "I Like the Lights"?

She said "Well, I like you Dwight, but I don't like the pipe

And the things that you put in your pipe, like your life"

Now Jenny missed her ride and she's takin off her tights

In the back seat of some taxi

We went from upstairs at the Nice, Nice up to Franklin up by 15th

And Jenny got dressed as they circled the block

They did the secret knock and stuck their hands through the mail slot

And one, two, three, four

That's the way that Jenny scores

And it's never just the liquor alone

And now we're prayin' that you'll pick up the phone

Return all these pages, yeah, this party's outrageous

Everyone left and now the crash is contagious

And the ravers, they rose up right in unison

Attacked the bathroom and ransacked all the medicine

Pills administered just like communion

This is the body and the blood

And the love and the blacklights on your white tights

The clubs are just like caves, these club kids are just slaves

And these afterbars are just like their graves

It's the end of the night and now Jenny's creepin back to the east end

Shot through with the sunlight