Lyrics:

Southern Baptist church
In the heart of the suburbs
Taking communion
Out of tiny plastic cups
Well, they told me it was wine
But it was really just grape juice
I had my first drop of rum when I was twenty-one
3:00 am in Brooklyn
And I'm drinking at The Union
Sippin' on a cheap beer
And chasing women like school kids
Well, I stood in long lines
Just to do a few lines
And I stumbled down the block as the sun was comin' up
Well, honey you asked me where I came from
I've come from a lot of different places
Oh, but I hope that I'll end up right next to you
You
You
You