Lifter Puller The Gin And The Sour Defeat
there's always dudes talking shit at the bars, there's
always chicks
throwing up in my car
the bright lights always pick me up, the knife fights
always pin me down
there's always trash hanging out at the fair, they've
got roachclips in their hair
i met this girl underneath the stairs, she says she
won't come up for air
little sister with your stereo sound, crash at my place
but you can't make a sound
they've got wires in the walls, rats in these halls,
yeah they've got cops at the malls, they've got the
spys on our stalls
i met this babe at a rave you know she took to me by
the stairs
i met this chick at a flick you know she hooked me up
to the stars
we're all looking for one more cash advance
fat chance on the last dance
says she likes the agnostic front, they've got crazy
fast guitars
says she really likes the speedy drugs, they get crazy
in her car
but you've never seen destitute until you've seen that
view from my baby's roof
ripped dress and the busted teeth, two weeks maybe we
should sleep
and we all get freaked out when the guys come around
with microphones
riot police they've got the megaphones, stuck stickin
slugs in the telephone
it's a big big city like the rotodome, these baltimore
homes are all in a row
but there's tension, dissention, everyone divided into
factions
the newspapers are supressing information, tryna talk
about the chick with the chalk outline on the side of
the baltimore beltline
there's always dudes talking shit at the bars, there's
always chicks throwing up in my car
there's always trash hanging out at the track, they got
their copenhagen hats
