Up in Montreal, they never sleep at night
Enough to make your heartbeat
Yeah, that's what he told me
Don't tell your girlfriend,
This ain't no truck style,
I gotta ditch all these clothes
and be a punk in the street
I know you really think you know
But I can't fly straight in these clothes
So you go find a ceiling face
Saying shitty things like,
you know, your girlfriend's a liar
When I woke up in someone else's bed
like I'm the asshole instead
when you already lost your bed
Then you drew those horns
and cranked the pixies a ride
I know you really think you know
But I can't stay straight in these clothes
Tell a man I think I'll die at all
And I'll drop it all Pete Sooo
Was my dope and went to school
I'll flip my dad into a straight
-A -cigar night with the hoes
I just need some motherfuckin' time
to get my head up out of the sky
let's slam into the night
Let's drink all of the drinks
at that shitty Irish dive
We'll be like saints in the end,
He was my, my, my friend in school
He was my friend in school
We smoked pot and went to school
He was my best friend too