East St. Louis

Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds - Rock, Punk Rock
East St. Louis
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Duration: 3:14
Lyrics
This ain't no place for us, man Cuz it's dangerous, man I got some empty cans in the back of my van And I'm running out of my stash I got an attitude now I wanna see this shit through now If you don't get that bitch to shut her mouth Than I'm gonna fucking whip it out This couldn't possibly be any good I think we ended up in the wrong neighborhood And I don't wanna get out Baby why you gotta blow me down? [solo] I think I'm fading fast now I think I got a date with the past now Where is the bathroom, man? I gotta get free, man The pigs know what I got on And the cellophane's itching my legs And I'm running out of gas in my tank This is the end of days boy It's a shallow grave boy I didn't come to slack or to stay Tonight, tonight I'm walking away This can't possibly be any good We ended up in the wrong neighborhood And I ain't getting out of the car Baby why you always push me too far? Because the boys don't cry when the girls come around and go down, down, down And the girls don't mind when the boys kick em out to go drown downtown Baby, oh, oh, maybe we can work something out Because the boys don't cry when the girls come around and go down, down, down And the girls don't mind when the boys kick em out to go drown downtown Baby, oh, oh, maybe we can work something out We can work something out We can work something out
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Credits
- Writers
- Brendan Kelly