East St. Louis

This ain’t no place for us, man
Cuz it’s dangerous, man
I got some empty cans in the back of my van
And I’m running out of my stash

I got an attitude now
I wanna see this shit through now
If you don’t get that bitch to shut her mouth
Than I’m gonna fucking whip it out

This couldn’t possibly be any good
I think we ended up in the wrong neighborhood
And I don’t wanna get out
Baby why you gotta blow me down?

[solo]

I think I’m fading fast now
I think I got a date with the past now
Where is the bathroom, man?
I gotta get free, man
The pigs know what I got on

And the cellophane’s itching my legs
And I’m running out of gas in my tank
This is the end of days boy
It’s a shallow grave boy
I didn’t come to slack or to stay

Tonight, tonight I’m walking away
This can't possibly be any good
We ended up in the wrong neighborhood
And I ain’t getting out of the car

Baby why you always push me too far?
Because the boys don’t cry when the girls come around and go down, down, down
And the girls don’t mind when the boys kick em out to go drown downtown
Baby, oh, oh, maybe we can work something out

Because the boys don’t cry when the girls come around and go down, down, down
And the girls don’t mind when the boys kick em out to go drown downtown
Baby, oh, oh, maybe we can work something out
We can work something out
We can work something out