Army Street

I Never met a group of kids quite like you.

You've done all the drugs that I won't be taking.

In that red, red room that so becomes you.

I became a waste of liquor and of conversation.

Because I drank whiskey and I got pulled over just

because I was uncomfortable enough to leave.

So will you please pick me up off Army Street

because I simply can't walk on these knees?

And I could go back to your house and sleep tonight.

So I can stay longer and I can get to know your friends

and I might still have my car in the end.

I could stay longer and I could get to know your friends.

And I might still have my car when the night ends.

I drank whiskey and I got pulled over

because I was uncomfortable enough to leave.