[Verse 1]
We're social mutts thus
Nothing really suits us
Roaming is a local curse
(But hey--it could be worse)
Fuck getting by
Go quit your job
Lets get drunk in a parking lot
[Verse 2]
I've seen North Dakota
I've seen the west sea
Now I travel by rail so they can't find me
No use wondering' where
To rest your feet
Spilt milk
On borrowed mink my sweet
[Outro]
Come skin your knees with us
Life's too short for business lunch