Cuse Song

Let the winter in here boys, my feet are cold to touch

Throw away that thermostat, 'cause heat these days just costs way too damn much

We barely got our change for lunch

Now, all my friends got bank accounts but got no cash to spend

With dreams as big as God herself, we're hangin' with our devils every now and then

But it's budget wine again

New York is easy if you got the right pair of shoes

Sleeping in the upstate jail, we sang those winter blues

Skin as thick as haze in hell, we stand our ground singin' gloomy city tunes

There's heavys in the fridge and there is room upon the shelf