Hey you walking in the tight blue jeans

Your eyes are burning and your face is pretty mean

The light is red but your eyes are blue

You try to look good, but you know it isn’t true

You cross the street, you’re half way there

You’re on your way to hell, but you don’t care

You don’t know where you’re going

You haven’t got a clue

When the party’s over, whatcha gonna do?

Hey, hey you

Truth grows dim your innocence lost

Your name was called when He was dying on the cross

Sooner or later you must decide

You’ve tasted hell, now let Jesus be your high

You cross the street, you’re half way there

You’re on your way to hell, but you don’t care

You don’t know where you’re going

You haven’t got a clue

When the party’s over, whatcha gonna do?

Hey, hey you

You’re flying high on Sunday, but Monday’s on a roll

Too many white lines on a sea of glass

The snake has got your soul

You should be on your knees

‘Cause your nose is frozen, but your heart’s not pleased

You cross the street, you’re half way there

You’re on your way to hell, but you don’t care

You don’t know where you’re going

You haven’t got a clue

When the party’s over, whatcha gonna do?

Hey, hey you