Run-down Neighborhood

Hey, you could have some of my weed
If I could smoke your cigarette
I might be running low
But I ain't out just yet
I'll be Tweedle Dee
If you'll be Tweedle Dum
You can drink all of my whiskey, baby
And I will drink all of your rum

We might be bad for each other
But man, it's so, so good
We lean on one another
In this run down neighborhood
Maybe we're both a little messed up
But that's just understood
We get messed up together
In this run down neighborhood

I'd give you my last dollar
If you'd give me your last dime
We ain't got much of nothin' to do
But we sure got plenty of time
You can have the shirt right off my back
I'll walk around in your shoes
I don't need no high class friends
With no class friends like you

We might be bad for each other
But man, it's so, so good
We lean on one another
In this run down neighborhood
Maybe we're both a little messed up
But that's just understood
We get messed up together
In this run down neighborhood

We hit that 7-11
Hang out in the parking lot
And feel like we're in heaven
With all that we ain't got
And they might say we're losers
But they don't understand
All of them accusers
Wish they could be us, man

We might be bad for each other
But man, it's so, so good
We lean on one another
In this run down neighborhood
Maybe we're both a little messed up
But that's just understood
We get messed up together
In this run down neighborhood

We get messed up together
In this run down neighborhood