Lyrics

Less traffic lights in the graveyard
that’s where I made to bed
I’m outta money and the musics all done
What’s with these people that are running for fun.
And I know, I’d better go home.
I Dropped my keys I think I lost my phone

14 flamingos and they look mighty crooked.
Hanging out on the lawn.
must be my people I can tell by their dance moves
think we might get along
I think we all might get along
I think they know my favourite song.

Pulled out my pocket ain’t got no loot
Just this brand new pair of pawn shop boots
The garden gnomes they seem to know what’s up
Red hats on their head not a whole lotta fucks
And then I know, I better go home
I found my freaks and I’m not alone

14 Flamingos and they jay walking janky.
It’s all coming along
Ain’t got no kick drum or my old trombone
Just some loose directions and this traffic cone.
Ah then I know, better go home
I found my keys, oh there’s my phone.