Well we can do just what we please
But we can never turn on the heat
And every night the black out in this place
We get the bills but we don't pay, but we don't pay
And I guess you're right cause all of my friends are drug addicts
And I guess you're right cause this really is a pretty gross mattress
But I'd rather sleep with junkies than with angels
As the moonlight turns all of us to werewolves
And sunrise is just a gorgeous bedtime away
The light hits the cheap wine

Well I can do just what I want
And I'm getting drunk in Vermont
Down by the bridge with a Colt 45
Sippin' and watching them pigs drive by, drive by
Well I guess you're right cause we're just a bunch of alcoholics
And I guess you're right cause we ain't taking down the system tomorrow
Sometimes anarchy should mean burning a black flag
And utopia should mean no paper bag
And maybe our hundred drunken mistakes could add up to smash the state, smash the state
Smash the state
And I hope that's the case cause otherwise we'll never get out of this place