The Gin And The Sour Defeat

There's always dudes talking shit at the bars There's always chicks throwing up in my car Bright lights always put me up The night fights always pin me down There's always trash hanging out at the fair They've got the roach clips in their hair I met this girl underneath the stairs She said she won't come up for air Little sister with your stereo sound Crash at my place, but you can't make a sound They got wires in these walls Rats in these halls Yeah, they've got cops at the malls They've got the spies on our stalls I met this babe at a rave You know she took to me by the stairs I met this chick at a flick You know she hooked me up to the stars We're all looking for one more cash advance Fat chance on the last dance (Woo!) Said she likes the Agnostic Front They got crazy fast guitars Said she really likes the speedy drugs They get crazy in her car She'd never seen destitute Till you seen that view from my baby's roof Ripped dress and the busted teeth Two weeks, maybe we should sleep And we all get freaked out When the guys come around with microphones Riot police, they got the megaphones Start sticking slugs in the telephone It's a big, big city, like the rotodome These Baltimore homes, they're all in a row But there's tension, dissention And everyone divided into factions (factions) The newspapers are suppressing information Wanna talk about the the chick with the chalk outline On the side of a Baltimore beltline There's always dudes talking shit at the bars There's always chicks throwing up in my car There's always trash hanging out at the track They've got their Copenhagen hats