| 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 |