(Two in the morning. Bartender, keep the tab open) (Power just blew out. Look at the cash on the stage) The club was jumping after two The table packed with people who Were tossing paper in the air Without a single second care The lights went black across the room Except for purple through the fume The dancer never stopped her spin She scooped up all the paper in The velvet booths are dark and cold A bunch of stories being told Blackout, money on the floor (On the floor) People running for the door (For the door) Blackout, purple in the cup (In the cup) Dancer picking paper up (Pick it up) The manager began to shout He told the guards to clear us out A stack of hundreds on the tray We had no plans to walk away She held the brass and swung her heel She said the party's looking real Her leather boots were stepping clean The baddest thing you ever seen The velvet booths are dark and cold A bunch of stories being told Blackout, money on the floor (On the floor) People running for the door (For the door) Blackout, purple in the cup (In the cup) Dancer picking paper up (Pick it up) (Leave the lights off) Blackout, money on the floor (On the floor) People running for the door (For the door) Blackout, purple in the cup (In the cup) Dancer picking paper up (Pick it up) Turn on the phone and count the stack I know we will be coming back (Blackout, yeah) (Tip the girl)
