Run-Down Neighborhood

Hey, you could have some of my weed

If I could smoke your cigarette

I might be running low

But I ain't out just yet

I'll be Tweedle Dee

If you'll be Tweedle Dum

You can drink all of my whiskey, baby

And I will drink all of your rum

We might be bad for each other

But man, it's so, so good

We lean on one another

In this run down neighborhood

Maybe we're both a little messed up

But that's just understood

We get messed up together

In this run down neighborhood

I'd give you my last dollar

If you'd give me your last dime

We ain't got much of nothin' to do

But we sure got plenty of time

You can have the shirt right off my back

I'll walk around in your shoes

I don't need no high class friends

With no class friends like you

We might be bad for each other

But man, it's so, so good

We lean on one another

In this run down neighborhood

Maybe we're both a little messed up

But that's just understood

We get messed up together

In this run down neighborhood

We hit that 7-11

Hang out in the parking lot

And feel like we're in heaven

With all that we ain't got

And they might say we're losers

But they don't understand

All of them accusers

Wish they could be us, man

We might be bad for each other

But man, it's so, so good

We lean on one another

In this run down neighborhood

Maybe we're both a little messed up

But that's just understood

We get messed up together

In this run down neighborhood

We get messed up together

In this run down neighborhood