Walks like a crooked tooth

And sleeps with a dexedrine smile

Keeps finding the holes where old memory can go

And wash it down liquefied



Keep that old door swinging

Coz you can be the freeloader

When it's closing time

When it's closing time



Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see

But something's got ya down on your knees

I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts

And it ain't falling down by degrees

I think I'm gonna die

From trying to kick a hole in the sky



Yer walls are plastered with ham-fist drunks

And fagans wrapped in denim and smoke

So tell me what chance did you happen to dance

With the step that kicked yer feet in the boat



Loose band on the radio

All static and clashin' a hob-nailed hint

You're never losing ground

It's just the way it sounds



Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see

But something's got ya down on your knees

I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts

And it ain't falling down by degrees

I think I'm gonna die

From trying to kick a hole in the sky

Trying to kick a hole in the sky

Trying to kick a hole in the sky



You cover me like the sunshine kisses the day

But a pulse starts in my gut now

And it's gonna make us pay



Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see

But something's got ya down on your knees

I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts

And it ain't falling down by degrees

I think I'm gonna die

From trying to kick a hole in the sky

Trying to kick a hole in the sky

Trying to kick a hole in the sky

Ah bring it on