Losing Philly in the rear view mirror across the C and D
Mom and dad won't whisper after two more B and Bs
Spent our lives in crisis just a-hopin' to get a break
There ain't a lot to live for and there's nothing to take
It's a drag they're always bitchin'
It's a drag when they are done
It's a drag we're always witness
It's a drag when, no one's havin' fun
Just another poor bastard born under a bloodshot moon
Daddy prayed for my little sister she came out too soon
We're hangin' on the boardwalk hopin' that it don't get rough
Got nothing better left to do we'll just all jump off
Writer(s): Tommy Stinson, Chip Roberts
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