Cha Cha Lounge (Kasandra)

Red flood lights
a disco ball
a photo booth.
This is silverlake.
The tragically hip.
Dive bars with cheep beer.
We come here night after night
looking for nihilism,
looking for pussy.
I come here looking for stories
and to get drunk cheaply.
I come here to honor Bukowski.
I come here looking for truth.
We live in this archaic jungle
and if you're not from here you'd
never understand.
It's like living in England when
The Clash wrote "London Calling."
We are the damned.
We are broke and fiending,
so 'Drink up Johnny'
and fuck the lonely girl at the end of the bar.
You're the scum of the earth
but God damn does it feel good
to be down and out,
young and poor.
We're not looking for love or acceptance,
we're not looking to be saved,
we're looking for life;
for the American dream,
for more than we were promised.
I'm looking to commit a few sins.
I'm looking for a good nights sleep.
I'm looking for trouble.
I'm looking for pussy.
I'm looking for Hunter S. Thompson.
I'm looking for my future in a dirty gutter
cause sometimes that's all
this city offers,
sometimes that's all we have left,
and sometimes we like it that way.