okay i guess i'll pick it up right after the breakdown
she walks out of the crowd, her vision's kinda cloudy
the sudafeds are downs, the crowd cheered when the 
threw up her beer
they sat down and shook the sand from their shoes, took 
off their suits and they started to move
to the light of the crescent moon, to the tune of the 2 
live crew

we stepped out of the jersey pines, headed straight for 
the neon signs
and they like the way she types underneath the 
flourescent lights
and she lives in the brooklyn heights, she came down on 
friday nights
and they all wanna meet some guys, and we all wanna 
meet some guys

friends like the beach patrol, they got the muscles, 
you can hold the soul
she says she's waitin on the steady type, then she 
disappears with the eyepatch guy
they stepped out of the neon signs, headed straight for 
the jersey pines
and she found something she likes, and she's alright 
but she almost died

and they all woke up at the airport in the arcade at 
the western concourse
that's when she said that we should do this all over
she wipes the blood from her mouth with her shoulder
said i just need a little diet cola, or maybe just a 
little lifter puller
i'm sick and tired of being stranded by the subway 
trains
i deserve a little fuck-up every once in a while
i'm sick of being scared of falling off the side of my 
bed