Walks like a crooked tooth   And sleeps with a dexedrine smile   Keeps finding the holes where old memory can go   And wash it down liquefied      Keep that old door swinging   Coz you can be the freeloader    When it's closing time   When it's closing time      Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see   But something's got ya down on your knees   I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts   And it ain't falling down by degrees   I think I'm gonna die   From trying to kick a hole in the sky      Yer walls are plastered with ham-fist drunks   And fagans wrapped in denim and smoke   So tell me what chance did you happen to dance   With the step that kicked yer feet in the boat      Loose band on the radio   All static and clashin' a hob-nailed hint    You're never losing ground   It's just the way it sounds      Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see   But something's got ya down on your knees   I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts   And it ain't falling down by degrees   I think I'm gonna die   From trying to kick a hole in the sky   Trying to kick a hole in the sky   Trying to kick a hole in the sky      You cover me like the sunshine kisses the day   But a pulse starts in my gut now   And it's gonna make us pay      Watcha gonna do it's nothing to see   But something's got ya down on your knees   I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts   And it ain't falling down by degrees   I think I'm gonna die   From trying to kick a hole in the sky   Trying to kick a hole in the sky   Trying to kick a hole in the sky   Ah bring it on