Stokin’ The Neighbors (Demo) * Songtext / Lyric

friday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn

and i'm drunk and at the helm before too long

and chris will gladly ride shotgun

'cause navigating seems like fun

drunk and out of gas, we drive around and crash



drivin' through the yard

there's nothin' u can do

dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than just a few

suburban families slumber in civility

awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard they're blowin' down

in their death machine



drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive






dave's a midnight landscaper and he's workin over-time

and he is full throttle-- full throttle tonight

--ARIGHT!--

he was almost home, just one more block

he had to hit that last mailbox

dumped it in a ditch-- ain't that a bitch?

STOKIN' THE NEIGHBORS!

dave had to run, dave had to bail

he was havin' too much fun to spend the night in jail

had no triple A for a tow truck

called 'em anyway only to hear them say

"hey pal, you're fucked"



"hey man, what're ya doin?"

"i'm goin for another drive, you wanna go chris?"

"ya bro, lemme grab a couple beers!"

"shouldn't be drivin like that, dave"



dave's a decent guy like most of us until he drinks

then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks

and then all that matters is havin' fun

pulling off the next beer run

on one too many nights, the party's over



drivin' through the yard

there's nothin' u can do

dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than just a few

suburban families slumber in civility

awakened to aftermath, the neighbors have been stoked



"the story you have just heard is true. the names have not been

changed to protect the guilty, however, lagwagon does not condone

drinking and driving, they just find this particularly humerous."