Down to the Subway

Hey, what you say yesterday? She had fun when they leave alone on Saturday and night They love to drink and they love to have a fight It's my town coming up down the road She left you grim and down on the phone Singing songs has all gone wrong Since time is passing, better run, son Jack backdoor never go bitchslap The slap from your mother when you just got born How about calling off some times? In cotton socks, getting ripped with our wives Track back when I feel that knife and Heavy in your lungs and down your spine and Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy load Down and up these side tar roads Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy load Down these side roads But to tell a lie, sometimes What you reckon about this one, boys and girls? Next, uh, next number That's a