Waiting For Some Drunk

On streets, in bars
They do what they do and they do it so hard
Man, just watching em makes me tired

They got hearts like brush
Just waiting for some drunk to toss out a cigarette butt
So they can all go up in flames together

See him? that guy's on fire
Man, he's headed straight to top
He's a little bit younger than me and a little better looking than I ever was

That girl, she's on fire
She's practiced her moves in the mirror
Now she's letting them fly
They ain't tucking themselves in tonight

First you're talking like an asshole
Puffed up and brave from the lines
Then you stretched out, on the carpet
Soaked in three-hours-agos wine

Oh, saying be good to me
Oh, be good to me
Be good, new year

Now I, I don't know
Just how they can smile
With that steam rolling out of their noses
Kissing hard with the old year barely closes

Is it all some ruse?
Like hey man, that ain't champagne
That's make-up to cover the bruise
And hey let's party, let's get loose

And if you ain't got anybody
And you just don't know how little time
And you're saving all your pennies
Trying to scrape up a dime

Oh, saying be good to me
Be good to me
Be good, new year

Oh, be good to me
Be good to me
Be good, new year

Now I'm staring at the numbers
Trying to slow down the time
The wheels keep clicking over
And there's no one to pin for the crime

Be good to me
Be good to me
Be good, new year

Yea, be good to me
Oh, be good to me
Be good, new year