Whole Life’s a Rave

Choo-choo rhythm

Whole life’s a rave

Three nights straight and you’re still at it

All the money in the world, but the trailer’s still home

Next stop — backstage forever

Choo-choo

Golf cart limo, straight to the back gate

VIP wristband — still beggin’ for a plate

Backstage entertaining like you’re runnin’ the scene

While kids sprint to trash cans, turnin’ bright green

Every handshake sticky, every hug too long

Randoms pokin’ your arm while the bass drops wrong

You call it energy, we call it a mess

Glow stick prophet in a rented vest

Choo-choo, choo-choo, whole life’s a rave

You don’t come down — you just energize, romanticize, maximize

Choo-choo, choo-choo, whole life’s a rave

Searchin’ porta potties so there’s no crispy fried ravers

Kickin’ out the one who turned the bathroom into waders

Flooded half the floor ‘cause they’re lost on LSD

Now the mop crew’s trippin’ harder than the VIP

Dodge a light show from a guy with no aim

Every hug’s a riddle, every handshake’s a game

Answerin’ questions you don’t understand

While somebody’s asleep in the taco stand

Some people got Monday, you got forever

Some people got daylight, you got glowlight

Choo-choo, whole life’s a rave

Romance the chaos, energize the endless

Train don’t stop ‘til the DJ’s breathless

Security’s chasing a guy with no shoes

Whole life’s a rave — that’s the life you choose

Choo-choo, choo-choo, whole life’s a rave

Whole… life’s… a… rave…