[Spoken Word Intro - Ambient Room Reverberation, Quiet Folding Chairs Shuffling] [[female spoken word]] Alright everyone, let's go around the circle. Party, whenever you're ready. [male spoken word] Hi, my name is Party... and I'm an addict. [Group ,In unison, low and steady] Hi, Party. [[male spoken word]] I’ve been clean from making bad decisions for about twelve hours, but being in this room... looking at all of you... I just know I’m about to relapse. [VERSE 1] Sorry, sometimes I'm so stoned, I get carried away Away from you and the things you say I hate how you never take the blame It's all in my name—that's the dream they sell me You lash out, get too high, then crash out But it's fucked up—you wait till I pass out To go through my phone, use what you found Against me like there's treason on the throne Let alone tell me shit like I'm unaware of this They tell me I need to see a therapist Some days they treat me like a terrorist I can't name or explain why I get so pissed But when I'm sober, I get conflicted Maybe some people do, but I don't cry on your shoulder I won't confess just to get it off my chest I write hearses, put the pain in the verses For a week or another ninety as I peak I learned from many—self-medicating does me plenty While you earn a shiny penny writing down everything I speak You stick it in your file, a page in a filing cabinet Book just another blue-collar crook Getting paid to write prescriptions And I'm just another prescription You know my name, but I have you saved under Now shut up and listen You really boost my ego Me telling you my problems Now two people know my problems And there's no solution to let go I know I'm fucked— [CHORUS] Call Party evil— Call me rebel, call me crazy When the trouble comes in several, I turn the pressure into metal Beat the charges, dodge the devil, Good thing none were federal It's all mental, all mental— Call Party, call me rebel Call Party evil— Call me rebel, call me one of one If the shoe fits, wear it well; If it don't, then what the hell? I've been living in the middle Where the good and bad wrestle You can call me crazy— Call Party, call me rebel [VERSE 2] Yes, I know I'm different But that shouldn't make a difference I've gotten used to rejection Apparently my parents didn't love me They trained me for the distance I know it's different But it shouldn't make a difference Some of us wanna die Some of us wanna die rich Some get rich and famous Still keep twin .357s That'll leave you brainless I gotta move more cautious now They throw around words like "toxic" Ever since I smiled, minority I've been a danger to society, apparently Made it to where I made another Use words like "overcame adversity" Grew up feeling like my own mother hated me And pretended that I was normal So chaos is what I got used to Normal never felt normal Yeah, I still get down But not the way I used to A child called it what it was The abuse I got used to Used to tell me my life would be So different from everyone else And the things I've seen so young Now I feel better than everyone else That's me with my pride on the shelf Trying not to need nobody else I learned to keep my secrets to myself Then somebody asked why I never ask for help So I write it down Put the whole damn thing on paper Every demon, every favor Every person I forgave Every person I couldn't save Then they read between the lines Try to diagnose the writer But the pen asks no questions It's just getting me through the night, yeah [CHORUS] Call Party evil— Call me rebel, call me rebel When the trouble comes in several, I turn the pressure into metal Beat the charges, dodge the devil, Good thing none were federal It's all mental, all mental— Call Party, call me rebel Call Party evil— Call me rebel, call me wild I've been dancing with my demons, Never let 'em ring the bell Put me in your file, Label every level You don't get to define me— Call Party, call me rebel [OUTRO] Looks like our time is up Our session's done And this was fun You got your notes I got another song You got a file I got a fucking catalog You ask me how I'm doing I say, "Depends what day it is" You ask me what's the problem I say, "Probably all of this" You want me to open up Then write down what I confess So I turned my pain to music Now the music pays the rent- Maybe that's the difference Maybe that's the point You call it treatment I call it making noise You call me evil I prefer rebel Call Party.
