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

I’ve seen North Dakota
I’ve seen the west sea
now i travel by rail so they cant find me
no use wonderin’ where
to rest your feet
spilt milk
on borrowed mink my sweet

come skin your knees with us
life’s too short for business lunch