And the beat goes on

And so his shirt slipped off, then it became clear; all the promises that he made was nothing but talk, while his side girl mocked; the establishment that claimed that the ring placed his desires on lock. So his vows were broke, like literally bankrupted; that vodka tequila absinthe is absolutely no joke ... But the beat goes on, play on madam DJ play on ... As the party boys danced, the predators took the chance to extensively enhance the fundamentals of a poisonous but yet addictive plant. but the beat went on ... and it went on and on and on ... play on lady DJ play on .. and she played on in spite of the chaos, and she stayed on with delight and with focus ... What a bitch!!!! or so they say. 

And she played for the destitute and also for the rich, and beat was for the able bodied and also for the sick.  And she played for the crowd who swayed out loud in a union of foul, dismayed and rotten mouths. A cocktail of deceit, dishonor and broken vows was served by the tender who danced to her broken sound.  what a bitch !!!! or so they say

And she played like her life depended on it, and she played because our lives are nothing but it.And we grove to the tune not because it is fun, but because without it there is nothing but non. So from the setting of the moon to the setting of the sun play on lady DJ I urge you to play on!!!