Lagwagon - Stockin The Neighbors

Stockin The Neighbors

Friday nights the perfect night to mow some neighbors lawn
And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long
And Chris wi will gladly ride shotgun, cause navigating seems like fun
Drunk and out of gas, the y dri have around and crash
Theyre driving through your yard, the res nothing you can do
Daves behind the wheel, and hes had more than just a few
Suburban families slumber in civility
Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard the yre blowing down in the ir
Death machine
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive...
Daves a midnight landscaper, and hes working overtime
And he is full throttle--full throttle tonight. (Alright)
He was almost home, just one more block, he had to hit that last mailbox
Dumped it in a ditch, aint that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors)
Came time to run, came time to bail
He was having too much fun to spend the night in jail
He had no "Triple A" for a tow truck
Called the m anyway: Goleta, hear the m say, "Hey pal, you are fucked"
Daves a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks
And the n his liquid mind takes over how he thinks
And the n all that matters is having fun, pulling off the next beer run
On one too many nights, the partys over
Hes driving through your yard, the res nothing you can do
Daves behind the wheel, and hes had more than one or two
Suburban families slumber in civility
Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have been stoked...