[Verse 1: Yoni Wolf]

To inhaling crushed bones

Through a dried up white-out pen

And riding the backwards racer

In hot june rain

And a marching blue and gold

Plastic bag poncho rain coat

It's a wooden coaster

With a medium hill height mean

High hill to flat ground ratio

You know

I'd sell my shingles

For a thimble dip of snow

Back then I'da sold my single

For a finger tip of blow

[Hook #1]

And us in navy blue hoodies and khakis

As was the style that year

(And us in navy blue hoodies and khakis as was the style that year)

And us in navy blue hoodies and khakis

[Verse 2: Yoni Wolf]

In London

Where the sirens yelp

Like a helpless dog

With his paws stepped on

And the rain comes down in late July

And the record labels call you "Why?"

And your eyes are slits in bags of fat

And your eyes are pissholes in the snow

And your eyes are slits in bags of fat

And your eyes are pissholes in the snow

I swear the riders on the tube

Tie razors to their elbows

The riders on the tube

Keep call cold coal in their billfolds

The riders on the tube

Will hide cocaine in their shell-toes

And yes yes yes man

They'll novacaine the hello

Til the constables got pit bulls

With their paw bones all stepped on

Til the constables got pit bulls

With crushed bones up their nose holes

(Til the cows come home)

[Hook #2]

And us in fish net hats and canvas shoes

As was the style that year

(And us in fish net hats and canvas shoes as was the style that year)

And us in fish net hats and canvas shoes

As was the style that year

(And us in fish net hats and canvas shoes)

As was the style...