She's got her mind in the city

With a dress looking pretty

And her head feeling shitty

It doesn't reason with me no

Doesn't reason with me

Her friends don't care anymore

They're out on the floor

Till their feet get sore

Makes sense to me

Makes sense to me

The night is harsh

With your head in the sand

You wouldn't understand

Societys make you cold

They got their s**t together

Reason by like a feather

While she's under harsh weather

She doesn't get it

She doesn't get it no

And we'll never share it

The night is harsh

With your head in the sand

You wouldn't understand

Societys make you cold

The night is harsh

The night is harsh

With your head in the sand

With your head in the sand

You wouldn't understand

Societys make you cold