Lyrics

You'll find us drinkin on the street
Maybe at the boardwalk in New Orleans' heat
Down by the dock
At the Riverwalk
The tourists all look on in shock
They didn't know this happened in the States
"They must be ingrates."
I don't wanna waste my time
Standin like a sucker in the longest line
Waitin for the package deal
Waitin round just to find something real
I may not know just where to look
But I don't need to read your fuckin book
I may not know a thing about it
But I've got a reason to doubt it
You're waiting for commands from tower control
Propaganda stories of the Highway Patrol
TV, magazines - you think they're something great
Regurgitated answers that you're gettin are so second rate
Watching the program on two-zero
Oh, the cop is such a hero
I know ya wanna be like that
Know ya wanna be the big cat
Though it won't hurt to fill your dreams
You won't be happy by any means
Solutions can't be bought at shops