29th Street

Billy turned 21, and we took him out for a little bit of fun and games at the 5-O Which is like you know the nearest place and stuff We kept an open tab on the freedom juice And soon enough we did what we came there to do, getting shit faced All according to tribal custom you see And I held your hand, but your hand was not in mine It had gone away, to the other side of time Nothing left to say Hang on one more day, help is on its the way Didn’t mean to be hanging up the phone when you were still breathing But it seemed like you were gone, like all was said and done, like you’d left us in the fog You dog you Billy would make up any excuse, but everybody knew he couldn’t hold a tune He’s like la, la la la la la la I caught him chatting up a local doll, and I’m sure he thought things were really moving along But she was like ‘yeah, whatever, talk to my hand brother’ Well now hold that thought, on second thought let it go She opened her heart, but there was only blood to show Still he was caught mainly cause he likes the color red Hang on one more day, help is on its/the way Didn’t mean to be hanging up the phone when you were still talking Now he’s talking in his sleep, not only counting that poor sheep He’s a big boy chunk meat, sweet dreams Sha la la la la Well now the do’s and don’ts in the name of our folks Start to lose its punch and turn into jokes right around midnight and we’re all howling at the moon well listen mister won’t you keep an eye on Bill I’ve got a plastic cup that I desperately need to refill And that was that, ain't seen my buddy since And I held your hand, but your hand was not in mine They said you’d gone to climb that big Hollywood sign Remember you’re not insured swing low bro Hang on one more day, help is on its way It’s not like these streets haven’t seen their fare share of blue lights He’s still breathing in his sleep, two sheep are still called sheep But it does turn up the heat..sweet dreams (look with cathat and all..)