Party Next Door

We were sitting on the porch late summer
Night one with the good old crew
When the party next door went off
And took to the streets
He had a gun in his pocket
Then he took it out and cocked
It and freed a few
Then the whole big crowd went
Screamin' and runnin' away

Took 'em on a hellride
Bullets in the night sky
Took 'em on a hell ride
Kicked 'em to the curbside

Took 'em on a hellride
Bullets in the night sky
Took 'em on a hell ride
Kicked 'em to the curbside

There was girl fight over
Some grad-school student, he was so confused
There was a bagman runnin' around
Just lookin' for a sale
I'm not a pill head, baby
I just think that stuff's poetic at times
But I always liked gettin' a little
Bit out of my head

Took 'em on a hellride
Bullets in the night sky
Took 'em on a hell ride
Kicked 'em to the curbside

Took 'em on a hellride
Bullets in the night sky
Took 'em on a hell ride
Kicked 'em to the curbside