The Neighborhood
Weekend insomniacs
They can't get cigarettes at 3am
Broken bottles and crooked glass
With late night introspection
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Sick of the neighborhood
As I should (You would)
The tube top wearin' table top servin' late night waitress
Smells of burnt coffee and black pen ink
This town, yeah this whole town
It ain't go no innocence left savin'
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Sick of the neighborhood
As I should (You would)
I'm so sick of the street lights, the bar fights
The street lights, the bar fights
I'm so sick I'm so sick
Sick of the neighborhood
Yeah you would