The Gin And The Sour Defeat

there's always dudes talking shit at the bars, there's always chicks
throwing up in my car
the bright lights always pick me up, the knife fights always pin me down
there's always trash hanging out at the fair, they've got roachclips in their hair
i met this girl underneath the stairs, she says 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've got wires in the walls, rats in these halls, yeah they've got cops at the malls, they've got the spys 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

says she likes the agnostic front, they've got crazy fast guitars
says she really likes the speedy drugs, they get crazy in her car
but you've never seen destitute until you've 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've got the megaphones, stuck stickin slugs in the telephone
it's a big big city like the rotodome, these baltimore homes are all in a row
but there's tension, dissention, everyone divided into factions
the newspapers are supressing information, tryna talk about the chick with the chalk outline on the side of the baltimore beltline

there's always dudes talking shit at the bars, there's always chicks throwing up i