We were addicts with morals
We'd lock the four doors
On the Suburu Outback
The windows left cracked just enough for to breathe
We were junkies with standards
Yet to cure cancer
We were working on that
She was the rat should we ever succeed
We're not bad folks
Ask anyone
Just try not to mention a son
He'd knew better, he'd knew enough
How should we known he'd find a gun?
We were strung out and social
Some said disposals
As far as the list
Valium and benzos'll help for the guilt
We were functional losers
We were up with the rooster
Cause there's a boy for to feed
And he's gonna be the next President for real
We're not bad folks
Ask anyone
Just try not to mention a son
He'd knew better, he'd knew enough
How should we known he'd find a gun?
We're not bad folks
Ask anyone
Just try not to mention a son
He'd knew better, he'd knew enough
How should we known he'd find a gun?