Hickey Avenue

We talk a lot in crappy cars and restaurants and shitty bars
We ain’t trying very hard but we’ve got that fucking bark, we talk a lot
We talked the talk, talked up the shit where the fuckers would be feeling it
If they could hear the epithets and the rejoinders that we spit
We talk a lot and now we’re feeling fine
We talk a lot, yeah, we’ve got nothing but time
And baby you don’t know what it’s like
So lets keep rolling, rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cause we’ve been droning, we’ve been droning through this endless parade of
identical days
Nothing changes, it only rots away
We talk a lot but no one’s listening
We’ve been over this before
Now it’s happening again
Now we’re squawking with them crows
We hang on wires and watch the city and its busy days below
We talk a lot, we talk a lot, it’s the only thing we know
It’s time to ride all goddamn day and night
What have you got? What have you got? What have you got?
I want to melt down with time
I’m scratching out my insides
What are we doing here? Nothing
That’s what killing me
That’s what’s fucking killing me