Finn Street
Stoned. Sneak in through the basement
Are we doing this again?
We thrive on the encasement
Joke about our kin
Make some plans - forget them
No need for what or when
Laugh at this goddamn town
Pigs roosting in a pen
You walked out on a Friday
What day is it again?
Remember when we tango'd
And used to play pretend?
We'd dress up - wig is itchy
Let's go out, buck the trend
Laugh at this goddamn town
And everyone within
We used to gape the jaws
Can we please do that again?
Ain't fun now, all alone
Some hipster with no friend
I'd tear this whole place down
To hear "it's not the end"
Laugh at this goddamn town
Now I am one of them
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