Likker

In my ragtop, ragroof, droptop
I see the city, tight rope tight closed
I see a frisbee sitting bleeding
I hear a cry on the other side of my city

But I'll go by
I went down

I rode a shotgun, flintlock, big time
I'm drinking sewer ratpiss kiss fun
Diving driving for an answer
I hear a noise that's boiling down in the mansion

But I'll go by
I went down

So I travel like a mad guy
But at least I'm not the sad guy
And my babe says I ain't fooling
So I guess my city needs a little schooling

But I'll go by
I went down