All my stripper friends
All my ex-girlfriends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
Parties in the bar, reaching for the stars
We all want the same thing

Doesn't matter what you need to get you through your day
If you buy it, or just sell it or just give it away
It's the same at the end of the day
Doesn't matter if you pray or if you stop praying
Sounds are spinning in your head, and they just won't stop playing
It's the same at the end of the day