Our crummy commie neighbors draw the blinds on gutter pissing by midnight Hard to tell when they've had enough Doubling up on every vice I'm doubled over on my knees again Only way i know how to be I just adopted your thing about hope as doubt Some dork horked his rolling rock
Skidded Hit a kid on the sidewalk Hard to tell when we've had enough The stars align so drink up Don't have much pull miles away Some dumb runaway Waiting for the moon Better spit out that bad voodoo Now under this streetlight Screw the moon