Letras:
Citizen King Mobile Estates

This is the place you face the music I demonstrate an altered state With the black light shining on the boom box I rush the show to the underground spot

Well, it's up in the air an escalator away A comma into the phrase, another ticket to pay Well, I can't see where this is going again Because I'm behind

In my shoes my toes are busted My kitchen says my bread is molded I got a good job at the dollar store One foot in the hole One foot gettin' deeper With

Through the tin pan alley in the dead of the night Riding that crazy horse Through the backyard kitchen on an A-team mission To get to the front door

Suckers, suckers, suckers You got the sideways grip, I'm about to flip Your backdrop dizzy spell puttin' dents in the padlock Cold defying the laws of

Jalopy style There's a spit shine avalanche headin' one way Headed toward the light bright alley way The beard blew off the dandelion face And left a

M I L K Y W A Y Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Milwaukee The very place to be