Stokin' The Neighbors Lyrics - Trashed - Lagwagon

Sunday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn 

And I'm drunk and at the helm before too long 

And Chris will gladly ride shotgun navigating seems like fun 

Drunk and out of gas we drive around and crash 

We drivin' through the yard there's nothin' we can do 

Dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than one or two 

Suburban families slumber in civility awakened to the sights 

And sounds of the yard they're blowin' down in their death machine 

Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive 

Dave's a midnight landscaper he's workin' over time 

And he is full throttle, full throttle tonight, alright 

He was almost home, just one more block 

He had to hit that last mailbox dumped it in a ditch, ain't that a bitch 

Dave had to run, Dave had to bail 

He was havin' too much fun to spend that night in jail 

He had no triple a for a tow truck 

I called 'em anyway only to hear them say, hey pal, you're fucked 

Dave's a decent guy like most of us until he drinks 

And then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks 

And then all that matters is havin' fun pullin' off the next beer run 

On one too many nights, the party's over 

You drivin' through the yard, there's nothin' you can do 

Dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than just a few 

Suburban families slumber in civility, awakened to the aftermath 

The neighbors have been stoked