Out on the streets tonight driving with the top down
Running all the red lights waiting for the meltdown
Got a naked lady lighter and a hash pipe on the dash
Pocket full of spare change trying to make it last
Well I'm gliding like an angel through these dead end streets
Until the morning breaks and makes another promise it can't keep
So until I check out and lay me down to sleep
I won't sacrifice my good times for your fake securities
Well I turn on the TV it's the same old thing
A bunch of shit that don't mean much to me
Check the headlines man it's just a drag
War and destruction this whole world's gone mad
But down at the pub it's just peace and love
All that stupid shit don't mean a thing
And you wonder why I drink
From the county lockdown the devil calls collect
Flips over the receiver and sings to the scratch track
Man the rhythm hits the floor before the wax is dried
Waiting by the backstage door to sneak our way inside
And it's all night till daylight underneath the strip lights
Crank up the bass and pass the bottle to the right
So don't talk about tomorrow cause I'm still stuck here today
But in the end it don't mean nothing anyway
My girl keeps bitching on a Tuesday night
Got to be someone's fault I guess it's mine
The fridge is empty and my bills are due
Fuck if I know where this is going to
My landlord's calling but the money's gone
Lay on the couch and turn the hi-fi on
Still owe my dealer for that dime last week
Dropped my cell phone in the kitchen sink
Writer(s): Tommy L. Sims
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