It's midnight hour in River City
Waiting for all the f** ups to come out for the night
He wanders alone knowing something ain't right, something ain't right
Boy's got a muddy conscience
And a clear sense of dread
And a broken beer bottle in his hand
You couldn't tell by the look on his face
You couldn't tell by the expression on his face
He didn't tell his best about what he did, about what he did
Boy's got a muddy conscience
And a clear sense of dread
And a broken beer bottle in his hand