Glitter Bug

This town needs new ideas I'm sick of boredom I need to go some place I've never been before I don't know how to spend my days Without going overboard If there was just another way A cheaper escape from My predictable week and my likely Hungover Monday, then I'll be Rolling in glitter from some nightclub That's ended up in my teeth Infinite weekends all interlinking I need to go where I haven't been before Champs-Élysées, watch Alaskan northern lights DMT in your garden Friday nights Is a good laugh But it ain't clearing up my thoughts It lets the moths in and they eat all my work shirts whole But I am told You won't suffer if you keep marching Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Hut, hut, hut, woo