I like the air Songtext / Lyric

Filed down coffins in the neighborhood. A Spanish girl walking by the cemetery wood. Five in the pan, we do what we can though it ain?t right. A fat man sitting on the side of his remote, his daughter?s in the kitchen trying to clean his coat,
I bet she can?t. The rattle of a bottle on a warped wooden desk, shaking back and forth beside my bated breath. A blind girl laughing while I stare at her chest, I?m in the zone. I won?t survive if I make it out alive. Seven/ten split, I don?t got? Down on Main Street, I got friends waiting there. I don?t need no drop off girls. I like the air. Elysian Park through the dark about a mile. A little white girl with a Bobby King smile. Blue little bags she says she knows I?m feeling bad I?m worth your while. But here ?tween the palette feelings I don?t understand, cardboard cutouts, just be a man. Have fun walking home in Mike Davis land. Pull the wool over my eyes. I don?t want to understand. I like the trees, the army and the colors that they wear, they like to scare. A few blocks home from remembering my name, a few blocks home.

Down on Main Street, I got friends waiting there. I don?t need no drop off girls, I like the air.