3.2 Red Dog

One of those nights
Warm beer, cold women
You know I just don't fit in

It goes one, it goes two
It goes three, two, red dog in a hoodie
Too much person in your alley
The friction could be
Should we continue with the dialogue
As I study these two faces
I would fix my shoelaces
But the rule placed was
Shoes come loose at the front door
Got dirty socks, I'm on the floor
And thoughts is what I hunt for
Driftin' in and out of conversations I know nothing about
Man, fuck your topics, I didn't come to see you
But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of it
Warm shitty beer and I'm nursing it and cursing it
I'm sick of it, but still grippin' it and sippin' it
Hoping it will dull the pain of the sound of your lips flippin' shit
So here I sit, inside my atmosphere
I don't know a single motherfucker here
But maybe that's my fear
Pull out my notebook and let go
Intro-spectro-cep
Not so pleased to meet you and I hate techno
I only came to see the girl that lives here
DW number 11, cold women, warm beer
I only came to see that girl that lives here
DW number 11, cold women, warm beer

There is a road that I know that will not run straight
There is an answer to everything under the gate
Finding your way isn't easy, the going is hard
But you'll never travel the road if you stay in the yard
Give you what's searching for happiness and peace of mind
Leaving illusion and all the confusion behind
My woman says it's a doggone shame the way
Some men bring the wives money and furs and jewelry
I come home, ain't got a dime, and smelling like a brewery
I'm drunk again