Tiger can't talk, he's got shoes to shine

Said it's pretty dry

We could try the guy up on 1st and 59th

If he's still alive

The call girl stalls and let's her voicemail take it

She says, "Hey, I ain't here

Besides, I quit that business"

The door was locked so we knocked on the next one

And here's this guy, he's got a bulletproof vest on

Said, "You guys look desperate

Give you an address"

Said, "you guys look gorgeous

Dig all that Blistex" and

Headbanger let down your hair

Pull me up into your blacklight lair

Take me back around your secret stairs

Sell me shares in your vacant stare

Missed the train and we walked around the fence

Found some beds and went down on them again

Queen went clean, yeah, she ran out of screen

She said, it's too much hassle, it's too much hustling

I'll miss the people but I won't miss the feeling

Of 6 am burning like split lips and bourbon - hey, Angel

Remember that cat had the hat that said "Sharks"

His jacket said "Jets"

And he signals two guys, windows of highrises

Went down in Dogtown

Drive through turned into a drive by

Left us so dry and decreasingly high

Increasingly shaky, hey jerky

These trashers seem a little tweaky

Yeah, these hesher guys are tryna give me high fives

But they don't stick the sugar packets inside

Ripped and dripping down all over the barfly

She's taking off her tavern jacket last night

I swear I saw your face up there in the footlights

She was mouthing the words to the national anthem

She was lifting her skirt just like a three-dollar dancer

We were hanging around, just kicking "Walk Like a Panther"

Praying that your princess would pick up her pager

Sad ravers and freight elevators

Sucking on skyscrapers, living on Lifesavers, baby

Sad ravers and freight elevators

Sucking on skyscrapers, living on Lifesavers, baby