Party Next Door

(álbum: The World's Best American Band - 2017)

We were sitting on the porch late summer night one with the good old crew
When the party next door went off and took to the streets
He had a gun in his pocket, then he took it out and cocked it and freed a few
Then the whole big crowd went screaming and running away

Took 'em on a hellride
Bullets in the night sky
Took 'em on a hell ride
Kicked 'em to the curbside

Took 'em on a hellride
Bullets in the night sky
Took 'em on a hell ride
Kicked 'em to the curbside

There was girl fight over some grad-school student, he was so confused
There was a bagman running around just looking for a sale
I'm not a pill-head, baby, I just think that stuff's poetic at times
But I always liked getting a little bit out of my head

Took 'em on a hellride
Bullets in the night sky
Took 'em on a hell ride
Kicked 'em to the curbside

Took 'em on a hellride
Bullets in the night sky
Took 'em on a hell ride
Kicked 'em to the curbside