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friday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn |
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and i'm drunk and at the helm before too long |
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and chris will gladly ride shotgun |
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'cause navigating seems like fun |
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drunk and out of gas, we drive around and crash |
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drivin' through the yard |
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there's nothin' u can do |
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dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than just a few |
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suburban families slumber in civility |
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awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard they're blowin' down |
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in their death machine |
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drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive |
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dave's a midnight landscaper and he's workin over-time |
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and he is full throttle-- full throttle tonight |
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--ARIGHT!!-- |
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he was almost home, just one more block |
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he had to hit that last mailbox |
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dumped it in a ditch-- ain't that a bitch? |
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STOKIN' THE NEIGHBORS! |
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dave had to run, dave had to bail |
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he was havin' too much fun to spend the night in jail |
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had no triple A for a tow truck |
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called 'em anyway only to hear them say |
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"hey pal, you're fucked" |
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"hey man, what're ya doin?" |
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"i'm goin for another drive, you wanna go chris?" |
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"ya bro, lemme grab a couple beers!" |
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"shouldn't be drivin like that, dave" |
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dave's a decent guy like most of us until he drinks |
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then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks |
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and then all that matters is havin' fun |
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pulling off the next beer run |
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on one too many nights, the party's over |
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drivin' through the yard |
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there's nothin' u can do |
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dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than just a few |
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suburban families slumber in civility |
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awakened to aftermath, the neighbors have been stoked |
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"the story you have just heard is true. the names have not been |
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changed to protect the guilty, however, lagwagon does not condone |
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drinking and driving, they just find this particularly humerous." |
