Cuse Song

Let the winter in here boys, my feet are cold to touch
Throw away that thermostat, 'cause heat these days just costs way too damn much
We barely got our change for lunch
Now, all my friends got bank accounts but got no cash to spend
With dreams as big as God herself, we're hangin' with our devils every now and then
But it's budget wine again

New York is easy if you got the right pair of shoes
Sleeping in the upstate jail, we sang those winter blues
Skin as thick as haze in hell, we stand our ground singin' gloomy city tunes

There's heavys in the fridge and there is room upon the shelf
Room for all the good ideas that we have yet to sell away to anyone
And we'd sell 'em just for fun
We're cracking jokes about the west and all their sunny days
Why the hell would someone drive a car that nice in all this snow and sideways rain
But we love 'em just the same

New York is easy if you got the right pair of boots
Sleeping in the upstate jail, we sang those winter blues
Skin as thick as haze in hell, we stand our ground singin' gloomy city tunes

Dreaming about the south while we wish endlessly for sun
But something 'bout the silence in the snow would take a breath away from anyone
I know I'll miss it quite a ton

New York is easy if you got the right pair of shoes
Sleeping in the upstate jail, we sang those winter blues
Skin as thick as haze in hell, we stand our ground singin' gloomy city tunes