He has his moustache cut fresh for her

She had her bangs done out to here

And the night was young and the beer was cheap at Texaco

With its fluorescent lights shinin' down

I almost fell off of my bike twice today

I was tryin' to turn my neck around to see...

All the speed

The weed

The screamin' into disconnected payphones

I love you Old Town ladies with your windbreakers

Your bleached blonde hair and your menthol cigarettes

All the fog

The stench

It's rollin' in from every old pulp mill

I love you Old Town dudes with your dirty shirts

Your sweatpants on and your beards

It's so easy to end up here

The fear, the fear, the fear

Stuck in the syrup of the everyday