[Lyric] Wheres My Drink (Future Clouds and Radar)

Two girls playing checkers in a deep wood lot
Ten million voyeurs in their rooms are getting off

Was somebody loaded?
I should've voted
I think

I feel like exploding
Somebody hold me down
And where's my drink?

I keep waiting for the goods to pitch
Last gentleman to jump the ditch
That elegance in my last wish
With good I'll do some digging out late