Joey Cape Broken Record
Another downtown street is lain with bodies, young for thirty. Feeling old. I'm going home.
But I just want a drink away from home, a couple shots an ear to bend between weekends. Am I the only one without a nine to five This Friday night?
There's way too many people here. Not even through the door Hey, there's a fight Amateur night
And the cigarette smokers form barricades. They need a fire marshal to get in the rave. Hey, hey.
And tonight is nothing special. I'm not wanting for this world to change.
Another downtown street is lain with minds too dumb for twenty. All the same. Smiling away.
Am I the only one who doesn't want a fight? All my friends are weekends warriors but I'll back. Monday night.
