Run Down Neighborhood

well you can have some of my weed if I can smoke your cigarette|i might be running low but I aint out just yet|you can be tweedle dee, and i'll be tweedle dum|you can drink all of my whiskey baby|and I will drink all of your rum||we might be mad for each other|but man its oh so good|we lean on one another|in this rundown neighborhood|maybe we're both a little messed up|but that's just understood|we get messed up together|in this rundown neighborhood||i'll give you my last dollar if you give me your last dime|we aint got much of nuthin to do but we sure got plenty of time|you can have the shirt right off my back, i'll walk around in your shoes|i don't need no high class friends|with no class friends like you||we might be bad for each other|but man its oh so good|we lean on one another|in this rundown neighborhood|maybe we're both a little messed up|but that's just understood|we get messed up together|in this rundown neighborhood||we hit that 7/11, hang out in the parking lot|we'll feel like we're in heaven with all that we ain't got|and they might say we're losers|but they don't understand|all of them accusers |wish they could be us man||we might be bad for each other|but man its oh so good|we lean on one another|in this rundown neighborhood|maybe we're both a little messed up|but that's just understood|we get messed up together|in this rundown neighborhood||we get messed up together|in this rundown neighborhood||