Bad Beer - Slaughter Beach, Dog

I never thought that I could be

One of the people on TV

I never thought that I could

Live like them

And have my friends

And sleep with them too

So I abstained until I met you

I never mentioned anything

About the songs that I would sing

Over the summer when we’d go on tour

And sleep on floors

And drink the bad beer

I think I left it unclear

Everything new is a little bit bad

And everything old turns you off

I can’t take all these locals, Annie

When all they do is scoff at us

Anyway here is where I’ve gotta get gone

Make sure that you lock all the doors

I love looking at your pictures

But I still wish I’d brought more

And then you saw this little kid

Let out a whisper while he hid

Big box of candy on the Broad Street train

His dad complained of all of these teens

Stuck up and glued to their screens

You never told me how it felt

When you were crying by yourself

All of the people on the crosstown bus were staring at you

Patting your knees, saying «I'm sorry, sweetie»

Everything new is a little bit bad

And everything old turns you off

If we could sell these freakin' t-shirts baby

I might come home with a bit more money

Anyway here is where I’ve gotta get gone

Make sure that you lock all the doors

I love looking at your pictures

But I still wish I’d brought more