It's a little 'VICE' up there And sweaty down here I should sit on the stairs Oh, sigh There's food outside And only death in here I should sit outside, oh It's a little 'VICE' up there And sweaty down here I should sit on the stairs Oh, sigh There's food outside And only death in here I should sit outside, oh Jocks shout louder than noise And all the while The bags of my eyes grow faster We party 'til we have no fear We party 'til the neighbours scream "No more, you!"