Unfamiliar

Gathered around on a Sunday
Should have got something the night before
Now you’re gonna have to score, so I’m falling away
And you’re looking around for the number
And you’re waiting on your connection
And it’s a pick up, pick up, pick up
Pick up, pick up, pick up…
We’re gonna have to take a ride
On my territory
And we’re gonna get a slap from reality
All the way so unfamiliar
And it’s crumbling down around you
And you’re not going where you want to
And now they’re checking the spelling
And you’re headed in the wrong direction
And you’re looking for a public phone
You’re looking for a public phone
So unfamiliar
And the boys in the back
Green light, green light
Turn left, turn left, turn right
I know, I know, I know…
We’re gonna have to take a right
On my territory
And we’re gonna get a slap from reality
All the way so unfamiliar