don't worry

Have you ever slipped down the stairs And met death at the brink Just to stand up Carrying an un-spilled drink? I have I even got the scar to prove it Don't worry That's just a Tuesday A little bud, a little drink A little courage and the keys To the side by side Forty five through the trees Pick a good place to stop We should stare at the universe And drunk dial the cops Loose grip on our sense of self preservation Hundred dollar zips from the reservation Box full of drinks and lack of pavement Hit the gas, no hesitation Not a soul for miles Just a bunch of coyotes And an army of moths Swear to God They're the size of a fucking child We'll be back in like, a while If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall Making bad decisions without a witness Big curves, mean swerve, if you saw us You would think that we had landed on our very own hitlist Big blunts, deep cuts Gravel roads full of ruts Getting lost kicking rocks into the thicket If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall Making bad decisions without a witness Bet Who's driving first? Who's hanging out the side So they can high five the pines 'til it hurts? The tank's full We're pretty fuckin tanked, too No one to complain And nobody to complain to The menace of the park Two stoners after dark Getting sauced On a souped up golf cart Getting reckless Yelling dumb shit to the darkness Like, motherfucker come and stop us! If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall Making bad decisions without a witness Big curves, mean swerve, if you saw us You would think that we had landed on our very own hitlist Big blunts, deep cuts Gravel roads full of ruts Getting lost kicking rocks into the thicket If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall Making bad decisions without a witness Bet