David Ekerot - 29th Street Lyrics

Billy turned 21, and we took him out for a little bit of fun and games at the 5-O
Which is like you know the nearest place and stuff
We kept an open tab on the freedom juice
And soon enough we did what we came there to do, getting shit faced
All according to tribal custom you see
And I held your hand, but your hand was not in mine It had gone away, to the other side of time
Nothing left to say
Hang on one more day, help is on its the way
Didn't mean to be hanging up the phone when you were still breathing
But it seemed like you were gone, like all was said and done, like you'd left us in the fog You dog you
Billy would make up any excuse, but everybody knew he couldn't hold a tune
He's like la, la la la la la la I caught him chatting up a local doll, and I'm sure he thought things were really moving along
But she was like 'yeah, whatever, talk to my hand brother'
Well now hold that thought, on second thought let it go
She opened her heart, but there was only blood to show
Still he was caught mainly cause he likes the color red
Hang on one more day, help is on its/the way
Didn't mean to be hanging up the phone when you were still talking
Now he's talking in his sleep, not only counting that poor sheep
He's a big boy chunk meat, sweet dreams
Sha la la la la
Well now the do's and don'ts in the name of our folks
Start to lose its punch and turn into jokes right around midnight and we're all howling at the moon well listen mister won't you keep an eye on
Bill I've got a plastic cup that I desperately need to refill
And that was that, ain't seen my buddy since
And I held your hand, but your hand was not in mine
They said you'd gone to climb that big Hollywood sign
Remember you're not insured swing low bro
Hang on one more day, help is on its way It's not like these streets haven't seen their fare share of blue lights
He's still breathing in his sleep, two sheep are still called sheep
But it does turn up the heat..sweet dreams (look with cathat and all..)