Shadowy Bangers From a Shadowy Duplex

Well, I just made friends with the guys who live next door

So we got drunk and played pool

It must have been 'til half past four

Then they got stoned, close to an overdose

They didn't blink an eye

They just kept listening to The Black Crowes

They met my mom earlier that day

Then she told me that I should move away

She didn't like them, but you know what's wrong?

It's just 'cause their hair is just a little long

Whoa-oh, shadowy bangers from a shadowy duplex

But I don't care, your jeans are tight

Whoa-oh, shadowy bangers from a shadowy duplex

Your shirts are black, your sleeves are white

Well, I love when you drive me to the liquor store

You call the man that works there Mr. Proprietor

Sometimes, I wonder how you get to learn those words

You got a dictionary in the back of your firebird

When we drive up and down the streets

I feel like one of the characters in Grease

Everywhere, we get caught by cops

They don't want no one wearing cut-off tops

No, shadowy bangers from a shadowy duplex

But I don't care, your jeans are tight

No, shadowy bangers from a shadowy duplex

Your shirts are black, your sleeves are white