Lagwagon Stokin` The Neighbors Lyrics

Stokin` The Neighbors Lyrics

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