Stokin' the Neighbors

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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."