there s always dudes talking shit at the bars there s always chicks throwing up in my car 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 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 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 her 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 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
['minneapolis punk']