No, the dogs don't bite
But the bed bugs might
And the trees don't mind
But they creek so slight like the faucet's pipes
And the cops sleep tight
Dreaming of sweet crime
There's an ice-cold pint
And a bum, a pipe, and a dull street light (all alone)
You got nowhere to go, no (I know)
That you can always come home
I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac
Like in the paperbacks
Blowing and throwing back
Blow one and throw one
I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac
Like in the paperbacks
Trying not to get attached
Trying not to get attached
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Yeah, your picture hangs
But your bed's unmade
You can run away
But it's in your braids, and it's in the way
That you play the spades
How you look both ways
Got your bills prepaid
Think your brand-new world is gonna fall away (all alone)
You got nowhere to go, no (I know)
That you can always come home
I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac
Like in the paperbacks
Blowing and throwing back
Blow one and throw one
I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac
Like in the paperbacks
Trying not to get attached
Trying not to get a–
I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac
Like in the paperbacks
Blowing and throwing back
Blow one and throw one
I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac
Like in the paperbacks
Trying not to get attached
Trying not to get attached
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
'Ttached
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah