Lyrics Less Than Jake

Less Than Jake

How's My Driving, Doug Hastings?

Friday night on coke with a crow bar,

left at two in the back of Doug's car,

without a plan and being fucked up,

looking' to get something for ourselves.

Friday night at three at a side door,

Doug said try to get the door just once more

I said man this all fucked up

just looking to get something

something for ourselves

feeling kinda weird and thinkin' to myself

fuck doug

I'm not going out like this

he said man I'm all I got and I won't be missed

this makes no sense

it makes no sense to me

this isn't the way its supposed to be