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?