Lyrics:

“Tight Wad Hill” is a location in Crockett, California where some people got high and did drugs. It may have been fun to those people back then, but the narrator no longer finds these things joyful anymore.
Cheapskate on the hill, a thrill seeker making deals
Sugar city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs one more night

Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride, burning daylight
Last up at dawn, Tight Wad Hill

Drugstore hooligan, another white trash mannequin
On display to rot up on the hill
Living out a lie, but having the time of his life
Hating every minute of his existence

Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride, burning daylight
Last up at dawn, Tight Wad Hill


Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride, burning daylight
Last up at dawn, Tight Wad Hill