Willis Plummer - Bros lyrics

i carry the drunken boy north on nostrand the night is like a dog's tongue a cloud of chinese food splits for us and the constant refrain what about the vibes? the vibes are ok i say pointing to a shadowed church the vibes over there i don't know yeah man turn up your vibes we roll up the pavement a rat king of arms ready to fight sink into plastic seats designed for backs but not ours coast east then north again yell thanks exiting onto real hard ground are propelled into a deli for ham and swiss heroes and arizona iced tea the only ethical drink is a dollar these vibes are like he says a journey to the end of the night in the street again i promise to fight the first mother f**er rooting for red sox f** boston man the night turns to frogs and i am alone