Lyrics East St. Louis - Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds

East St. Louis

This ain’t no place for us, man
Cuz it’s dangerous, man
I got some empty cans in the back of my van
And I’m running out of my stash
I got an attitude now
I gotta see this shit through now
If you don’t get that bitch to shut her mouth
Than I’m gonna whip it out
This couldn’t possibly be any good
We ended up in the wrong neighborhood
And I don’t wanna get out
Baby why you gotta blow me down?
I think I’m fading fast now
I think I got a date with the past now
Where is the bathroom man?
I gotta get free and the pigs know what I got on
And the cellophane’s itching my legs
And I’m running out of gas in my tank
This is the end of days boy
It’s a shallow grave boy
I didn’t come to slack or to stay
Tonight I’m walking away
I ain’t getting out of the car
Baby why you always push me too far?
Because the boys don’t cry when the girls come around and go down
And the girls don’t mind when the boys kick em out to go drown downtown
Baby, we can work something out