Swill from Idiocracy by Pist Idiots

The quiet suburban strip, it's nice and it's sweet
The bottlebrush it falls, it greets the street
Road wasn’t rough, but the gravel still is
Turn the taps on and the pipes will rattle, pour me a glass of water, hear ‘em rattle
I'm the basket of odd socks, I'm the busted back door lock

All dressed up from the Beha
A month in Saturdays, and the backyard parades
Every Saturday, are the backyard parades
Lights flicker on back and forth, as I snuck around from porch to porch.

Pass some drinks around
It's time we all drown
6’oclock and were still swilling
There’s proof in my glassy eyes

Slip up the corner shop, buy me a bottle top
Hang around drinking till never or till the sun fucks off
Train rolls by I see a flash of dim light, makes me think of time gone by, makes me think of reasons why

Pass some drinks around
It's time we all drown

• Rock
• drunk rock
• pub punk
• rock n roll
• Sydney