Cocktail...

Atta boy with a perfect smile
He flips the bottle in a movie style
The neon’s glowing on the upper floor
While corporate giants demand for more.
He pours the liquid, he counts the tips
A practiced greeting on his frozen lips
They think he’s flying, they think he’s free
But he’s just drowning in a crystal sea..

Show him your money
Show him your money (Huh)
 
Look at him spinning under the lights!
The king of the bar, the lord of the nights.
Behind the glamour, behind the smoke,
The American dream is a cruel, cruel joke.
(The American dream is a cruel, cruel joke)
 
He met a lady from Park Avenue
She bought his time, and his freedom too
He wears her watches, he drives her car
But he’s a prisoner behind the bar.
The art exhibits, the high-toned chat
He’s just a toy in a top-hat brat.
He wants to break out, he wants to run
But the golden cage has already won.

Show him your money
Show him your money

Look at him spinning under the lights
The king of the bar, the lord of the nights.
Behind the glamour, behind the smoke,
The American dream is a cruel, cruel joke
(The American dream is a cruel, cruel joke)

He drops the ice, he cracks the egg
He doesn't want to pray or beg.
He remembers a mentor who lost his game,
Who put a bullet inside the frame.
Is this the future? Is this the end?
Just making drinks for a fake-ass friend?
 
Just a Red Eye drink for a lonely soul...
The ice is melting,
He lost control.