Army Street

I Never met a group of kids quite like you.
 You've done all the drugs that I won't be taking.
 In that red, red room that so becomes you.
 I became a waste of liquor and of conversation.
 Because I drank whiskey and I got pulled over just
 because I was uncomfortable enough to leave.
 So will you please pick me up off Army Street
 because I simply can't walk on these knees?
 And I could go back to your house and sleep tonight.
 So I can stay longer and I can get to know your friends
 and I might still have my car in the end.
 I could stay longer and I could get to know your friends.
 And I might still have my car when the night ends.
 I drank whiskey and I got pulled over
 because I was uncomfortable enough to leave.