[Verse 1] We're social mutts thus Nothing really suits us Roaming is a local curse (But hey--it could be worse) Fuck getting by Go quit your job Lets get drunk in a parking lot
[Verse 2] I've seen North Dakota I've seen the west sea Now I travel by rail so they can't find me No use wondering' where To rest your feet Spilt milk On borrowed mink my sweet
[Outro] Come skin your knees with us Life's too short for business lunch