East St. Louis - Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds

This ain’t no place for us, man

Cuz it’s dangerous, man

I got some empty cans in the back of my van

And I’m running out of my stash

I got an attitude now

I gotta see this shit through now

If you don’t get that bitch to shut her mouth

Than I’m gonna whip it out

This couldn’t possibly be any good

We ended up in the wrong neighborhood

And I don’t wanna get out

Baby why you gotta blow me down?

I think I’m fading fast now

I think I got a date with the past now

Where is the bathroom man?

I gotta get free and the pigs know what I got on

And the cellophane’s itching my legs

And I’m running out of gas in my tank

This is the end of days boy

It’s a shallow grave boy

I didn’t come to slack or to stay

Tonight I’m walking away

I ain’t getting out of the car

Baby why you always push me too far?

Because the boys don’t cry when the girls come around and go down

And the girls don’t mind when the boys kick em out to go drown downtown

Baby, we can work something out