For just one night, I didn't care about the line between dudes Entering that bar not looking for anything good They gave me a glass (glass), when was the last (Last) train you didn't want me to catch? I've tried so hard, don't take that, it blurred my own view There was lots of gin There was lots of eyes on us. Wait me for a while Because we were like
For just that night, I saw this allien behind Melting on the roof not cooking up anything good And I was around, I was around And your face was sticked to the ground. You've tried so hard, was I high? Don't worry baboo
There was lot of gin There was lot of eyes on us Smoke that pose and hide We are trippy creepy floating Over your land (over your land) Puking in the cab, praying for a gum Because we were like:
