Washington, DC - Into It. Over It.

Slumped down, buried in a couch

Using old familiar methods to account for the evening

Safe for now and everyone’s still spinning

I’ll tell the tale that actually what happened

With a knife pulled on the back into the middle of a fan

A loose cannon of a man

With a knife poked in the back turn in the middle of a man

Who saw my face and ran

We could all sleep soundly

We’ll travel, look the streets in the evening

At the thought of first impressions

Though they can be deceiving

So I don’t hope I brag about people changing

With a knife pulled on the back into the middle of a fan

A loose cannon of a man

With a knife poked in the back turn in the middle of a man

Saw my face and ran

A drunken friend

The only alibi you’ll need

Against my mouth

And the well thought-out obscenities

We will stand your ground

If you don’t really know how

‘Cause we flagged you down

You got out

Shined your lights and left

Flagged down

Got out

Shined your lights and left

We will stand your ground

If you don’t really know how

‘Cause we flagged you down

And you got out

Got back in and drove away

We will stand your ground

If you don’t really know how

We will stand your ground

If you don’t really know how

We will stand your ground

If you don’t really know how