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

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 sh** through now If you don't get that b**h 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