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Out on the streets tonight driving with the top down |
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Running all the red lights waiting for the meltdown |
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Got a naked lady lighter and a hash pipe on the dash |
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Pocket full of spare change trying to make it last |
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Well I'm gliding like an angel through these dead end streets |
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Until the morning breaks and makes another promise it can't keep |
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So until I check out and lay me down to sleep |
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I won't sacrifice my good times for your fake securities |
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Well I turn on the TV it's the same old thing |
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A bunch of shit that don't mean much to me |
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Check the headlines man it's just a drag |
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War and destruction this whole world's gone mad |
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But down at the pub it's just peace and love |
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All that stupid shit don't mean a thing |
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And you wonder why I drink |
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From the county lockdown the devil calls collect |
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Flips over the receiver and sings to the scratch track |
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Man the rhythm hits the floor before the wax is dried |
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Waiting by the backstage door to sneak our way inside |
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And it's all night till daylight underneath the strip lights |
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Crank up the bass and pass the bottle to the right |
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So don't talk about tomorrow cause I'm still stuck here today |
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But in the end it don't mean nothing anyway |
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My girl keeps bitching on a Tuesday night |
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Got to be someone's fault I guess it's mine |
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The fridge is empty and my bills are due |
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Fuck if I know where this is going to |
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My landlord's calling but the money's gone |
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Lay on the couch and turn the hi-fi on |
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Still owe my dealer for that dime last week |
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Dropped my cell phone in the kitchen sink |