Neon lit,
popping pills,
taking hits,
drinking alcohol,
whilst others lay in pools of sweat upon the floor,
and have fits,
and the dancers,
they dance upon the stage,
and shoot those who try it on,
and those who are stupid,
or far too drunk they are blown to bits,
but no one says anything,
in the pits,
the Futura dive,
where not everyone survives,
and people roll their eyes,
in their highs they roll their eyes out of their minds,
people who are over medicated and far too relaxed,
and whose bodies far too often quit,
and the bar staff,
are happy to take any money that they can,
hell, they'd even take the money from a baby if they could,
and no, they would not give a damn,
not give a damn,
in Futura,
in Futura in the pit.