Old 97's The Dropouts
Dropouts paid in alcohol
Late-night longshots at the bar
Waitin' and waitin' and waitin' on a phone call
My one true love is this cheap guitar
Everybody flyin' in a harmony rocket
Everybody's sleepin' on a hardwood floor
You got two two-dollar bills in your pocket
You've got no idea when you'll get more
But that's alright
It's goin' down, down, down
We got nothin'
But nothin's good enough for the dropouts
Buildings made of bricks and mortar
Mockingbirds up in the sky
Man I hated going to high school
All I wanted was to learn how to fly
But that's alright
Turns out you don't need wings
When you've got whiskey
And guitar strings
About midnight
We gon' get real loud
We got nothin', but
Nothin's good enough for the dropouts
In a parallel universe, everybody's wasted
In another life where we all live
In the straight world, everybody thinks we've lost it
Oh, but we all see what a joke it is
I know you
Even if I don't know your name
The real world
Can't be really lame
You gotta make your own sunshine
When you're underground
We got nothin', but
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
Nothin's good enough for the dropouts
We're the dropouts
We're the dropouts
We're the dropouts
Aw, yeah
