The chimney smoking causes you to need a drink worse than ever Sick to death of all the twelve step songs The mighty bull tied up in the bullpen Meant to stay through the whole night long There's mile and mile of road between us If space had weight we'd be buried under stars Sweet talking like in a street car named desire Buried in the back of your parent's car All the fake camera tourists have left With the margarita girls and dirty duddy kravitz tries to buy you a drink Saying what you've done don't matter none If you've never stopped and tried to think