Shakey Graves - Business Lunch lyrics

We're social mutts thus Nothing really suits us Roaming is a local curse (but hey it could be worse) f** getting by Go quit your job Lets get drunk in a parking lot I've seen North Dakota I've seen the west sea Now i travel by rail so they cant find me No use wonderin' where To rest your feet Spilt milk On borrowed mink my sweet Come skin your knees with us Life's too short for business lunch