We ain't got stars but we've got streetlights
We ain't got grass but we've got weed
We've got no trees to climb but there's this building down on nine
Fire escapes are all we need
And we'll be
Twelve stories high
Rock out to the city's drunken lullaby
Prostitutes and cop cars harmonize
And that song's always music to my ears
It's all I wanna hear
Good friends good times
And Pabst Blue Ribbons tie
Everything together
Everything together
We are the tired and the poor revolutionaries
We are the ones who wear our collars blue
We are the ones who rob the houses, if you haven't been then
You're not going to
But for those who do
This one's for you
And we'll be
Twelve stories high
Rock out to the city's drunken lullaby
Prostitutes and cop cars harmonize
And that song's always music to my ears
It's all I wanna hear
Good friends good times
And Pabst Blue Ribbons tie
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)
Everything together (good friends good times)