cul-de-sac lyrics

No, the dogs don't bite But the bed bugs might And the trees don't mind But they creek so slight like the faucet's pipes And the cops sleep tight Dreaming of sweet crime There's an ice-cold pint And a bum, a pipe, and a dull street light (all alone) You got nowhere to go, no (I know) That you can always come home I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac Like in the paperbacks Blowing and throwing back Blow one and throw one I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac Like in the paperbacks Trying not to get attached Trying not to get attached Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Yeah, your picture hangs But your bed's unmade You can run away But it's in your braids, and it's in the way That you play the spades How you look both ways Got your bills prepaid Think your brand-new world is gonna fall away (all alone) You got nowhere to go, no (I know) That you can always come home I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac Like in the paperbacks Blowing and throwing back Blow one and throw one I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac Like in the paperbacks Trying not to get attached Trying not to get a– I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac Like in the paperbacks Blowing and throwing back Blow one and throw one I'll be waiting outside of the cul-de-sac Like in the paperbacks Trying not to get attached Trying not to get attached Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah 'Ttached Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah