She's going down
Like a wet cliche
And I'm thinking of an angel just to try and keep it hard
She's round
She'll be around
She's here today
She'll be there tomorrow
Goin' down
She's a socialite
She's got a dank disposition
And some bills to pay
And i'm decamped
I got a dank disposition
It'll be there tomorrow
Yeah she's a tramp
And that's what you say
But the price of a bottle isn't empathy
She's a tramp
She's got a grin
It speaks of
Dank disposition
She's a brown bottle, yeah
She's a brown bottle, yeah
She's a brown bottle, yeah
She's a brown bottle, yeah
I'm gonna tell everyone
When I looked in her eye
I saw the death of this world
And a target for lies
I saw a fool in an after-school meltdown
It was me
She's a brown bottle, yeah
She's a brown bottle, yeah
She's a brown bottle, yeah
She's a brown bottle, yeah
She's dirty from new jersey
She's a debutante
Every-time that I think that all the good ones are gone
Every-time I think the world is parsed in 20 minute segments
Every-time that the books applaud and stomp my brain
Every-time I do the stomping, yeah
It's obscene the way that people stand and stare
When I run my pretty fingers through her dirty blonde fanatic
And everybody outta know it is down
You know the way we whittle away
You know the way we go
I got clothes
I got effigy
I got the means
I got the mean superstition
The dank disposition and the
The brown yeah
The brown, yeah