Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn
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And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long
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And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun
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Drunk and out of gas, they drive around and crash
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They're driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do
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Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than just a few
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Suburban families slumber in civility
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Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard they're blowing down in their
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Death machine
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Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive...
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Dave's a midnight landscaper, and he's working overtime
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And he is full throttle--full Bottle tonight. (Alright!)
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He was almost home, just one more block, he had to hit that last mailbox
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Dumped it in a ditch, ain't that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors!)
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Dave had to run, Dave had to bail
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He was having too much fun to spend the night in jail
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He had no "Triple A" for a tow truck
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Called them anyway only to hear them say, "Hey pal, you're fucked!"
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Dave's a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks
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And then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks
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And then all that matters is having fun, pulling off the next beer run
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On one too many nights, the party's over
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He's driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do
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Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than one or two
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Suburban families slumber in civility
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Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have been stoked...
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Stockin' The Neighbors
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