Weekend insomniacs They can't get cigarettes at 3am Broken bottles and crooked gla** With late night introspection I'm so sick I'm so sick Sick of the neighborhood As I should (You would) The tube top wearin' table top servin' late night waitress Smells of burnt coffee and black pen ink This town, yeah this whole town It ain't go no innocence left savin' I'm so sick I'm so sick Sick of the neighborhood As I should (You would) I'm so sick of the street lights, the bar fights The street lights, the bar fights I'm so sick I'm so sick Sick of the neighborhood Yeah you would